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"
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
luck
in
wives
.
I
don
’
t
believe
he
would
have
gone
away
,
if
Blucher
had
not
happened
to
break
his
chain
and
come
running
round
on
the
gravel
—
for
I
was
in
the
garden
;
so
I
said
,
‘
You
’
d
better
go
away
—
the
dog
is
very
fierce
,
and
I
can
’
t
hold
him
.
’
Do
you
really
know
anything
of
such
a
man
?
"
"
I
believe
I
know
who
he
is
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bulstrode
,
in
his
usual
subdued
voice
,
"
an
unfortunate
dissolute
wretch
,
whom
I
helped
too
much
in
days
gone
by
.
However
,
I
presume
you
will
not
be
troubled
by
him
again
.
He
will
probably
come
to
the
Bank
—
to
beg
,
doubtless
.
"
No
more
was
said
on
the
subject
until
the
next
day
,
when
Mr
.
Bulstrode
had
returned
from
the
town
and
was
dressing
for
dinner
.
His
wife
,
not
sure
that
he
was
come
home
,
looked
into
his
dressing
-
room
and
saw
him
with
his
coat
and
cravat
off
,
leaning
one
arm
on
a
chest
of
drawers
and
staring
absently
at
the
ground
.
He
started
nervously
and
looked
up
as
she
entered
.
"
You
look
very
ill
,
Nicholas
.
Is
there
anything
the
matter
?
"
"
I
have
a
good
deal
of
pain
in
my
head
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bulstrode
,
who
was
so
frequently
ailing
that
his
wife
was
always
ready
to
believe
in
this
cause
of
depression
.
"
Sit
down
and
let
me
sponge
it
with
vinegar
.
"
Physically
Mr
.
Bulstrode
did
not
want
the
vinegar
,
but
morally
the
affectionate
attention
soothed
him
.
Though
always
polite
,
it
was
his
habit
to
receive
such
services
with
marital
coolness
,
as
his
wife
’
s
duty
.
But
to
-
day
,
while
she
was
bending
over
him
,
he
said
,
"
You
are
very
good
,
Harriet
,
"
in
a
tone
which
had
something
new
in
it
to
her
ear
;
she
did
not
know
exactly
what
the
novelty
was
,
but
her
woman
’
s
solicitude
shaped
itself
into
a
darting
thought
that
he
might
be
going
to
have
an
illness
.
