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Nijni-Novgorod, with an appropriate outfit for each locality, it is no  
wonder that his hearers look back on that evening as the most tiresome  
they ever spent.  
Long before Mr Finsbury had reached Nijni-Novgorod with the income of  
one hundred and sixty pounds, the company had dwindled and faded away  
to  
a few old topers and the bored but affable Watts. There was a constant  
stream of customers from the outer world, but so soon as they were  
served they drank their liquor quickly and departed with the utmost  
celerity for the next public-house.  
By the time the young man with two hundred a year was vegetating in the  
Scilly Islands, Mr Watts was left alone with the economist; and that  
imaginary person had scarce commenced life at Brighton before the last  
of his pursuers desisted from the chase.  
Mr Finsbury slept soundly after the manifold fatigues of the day. He  
rose late, and, after a good breakfast, ordered the bill. Then it was  
that he made a discovery which has been made by many others, both before  
and since: that it is one thing to order your bill, and another to  
discharge it. The items were moderate and (what does not always follow)  
the total small; but, after the most sedulous review of all his pockets,  
one and nine pence halfpenny appeared to be the total of the old  
gentleman's available assets. He asked to see Mr Watts.  
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