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I interrupted him. Anything like a tangible reproach gave me
courage at once. 'Keep to common sense, St. John: you are verging on
nonsense. You pretend to be shocked by what I have said. You are not
really shocked: for, with your superior mind, you cannot be either
so dull or so conceited as to misunderstand my meaning. I say again, I
will be your curate, if you like, but never your wife.'
Again he turned lividly pale; but, as before, controlled his
passion perfectly. He answered emphatically but calmly-
'A female curate, who is not my wife, would never suit me. With me,
then, it seems, you cannot go: but if you are sincere in your offer, I
will, while in town, speak to a married missionary, whose wife needs a
coadjutor. Your own fortune will make you independent of the Society's
aid; and thus you may still be spared the dishonour of breaking your
promise and deserting the band you engaged to join.'
Now I never had, as the reader knows, either given any formal
promise or entered into any engagement; and this language was all much
too hard and much too despotic for the occasion. I replied-