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CHAPTER LXI.
"'Inconsistencies,' answered Imlac, cannot both be right, but imputed to man they may both be true.'"—Rasselas.
The same night, when Mr Bulstrode returned from a journey to Brassing on business, his good wife met him in the entrance-hall and drew him into his private sitting-room.
"Nicholas," she said, fixing her honest eyes upon him anxiously, "there has been such a disagreeable man here asking for you—it has made me quite uncomfortable."
"What kind of man, my dear," said Mr Bulstrode, dreadfully certain of the answer.
"A red-faced man with large whiskers, and most impudent in his manner. He declared he was an old friend of yours, and said you would be sorry not to see him. He wanted to wait for you here, but I told him he could see you at the Bank to-morrow morning. Most impudent he was!—stared at me, and said his friend Nick had
