"Imagine my one attempt at rational conversation last night. Asking his views on female emigration . . . ." "Perhaps the bearings of the question would hardly suit mixed company."
"Took 'er home all right, did yuh?" he leered, as if they two were in possession of a huge joke of the kind which may not be told in mixed company.
1950 May, “A Tunisian Electric Railway”, in Railway Magazine, page 335:
Travel is enlivened not only by the mixed company of French, Berbers, Arabs, and descendants of the Mediterranean-Corsairs who sit together indiscriminately, but also by itinerant vendors of macaroons, sweetmeats and the like, who, as long as they have a travel ticket, ply their wares unhindered by the [ticket] collectors.
