He winced, as if he had received a blow; then recovering himself, smiled. "I think I have enough for two," he said, gazing at her, as pale as she was red. "But don't you see, don't you see," cried Cicely passionately, "if it was you, who are giving everything, that was not in love, it would be simple; but I who am to accept everything, who am to put burdens on you, weigh you down with others beside myself, how can I take it all without loving you? You see--you see it is impossible!" "Do you love any one else?" he asked, too much moved for grace of speech, taking the hand she held up to demonstrate this impossibility. She looked at him again, her colour wavering, her eyes filling, her lips quivering. "Unless it is you--nobody!" she said. THE END. PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED, LONDON AND BECCLES. * * * * * Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber: Cicily, with scorn.=> Cicely, with scorn. {pg 94} manner a speech=> manner of speech {pg 209} something that might he done=> something that might be done {pg 231} with this comfort her in soul=> with this comfort in her soul {pg 290} like a gispy=> like a gipsy {pg 294} Mab was lost in amaze=> Mab was lost in a maze {pg 327} End of Project Gutenberg's The Curate in Charge, by Margaret Oliphant