I prefer individuals.

I had much rather talk to an enlightened Chinaman than to an unenlightened white man." "I am afraid you are what they call blase." "Perhaps I am not quite at ease yet.

I was buffeted about a deal in the old days." Lord Monckton dropped back into the wicker chair, in the deep shadow.
Kitty did not move.

She wondered what Thomas was doing.

(Thomas was rubbing ointment on his raw knuckles.) "I am very fond of the sea," remarked Lord Monckton.