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