voice. âYou were engaged once, werenât you, Rose? During your time in the world? You understand. We broke the engagement years and years ago, but he was a special part of my life, and I canât just forget that. I know I should, but I canât. When I saw him again . . .â Gretchen frowned at the floor as if it were responsible for her misery.
âSeeing him again stirred old feelings?â Rose asked.
âNay, I promise, those feelings are gone. My heart belongs to Mother Ann and the Society, yet . . . I suppose there is a littlepiece of it that still belongs to him. Can you understand that?â
âYea, I do understand,â Rose said. And she did. âIs that why you met with him? Because that little piece of your heart called to him?â
âBecause I thought I could do some good.â
Rose raised her eyebrows in a question.
âEarl was a good man,â Gretchen said. âI hated to see him so involved with those Godless people. He wasnât like that when I knew him. He refused to become a Shaker, but he was still a believer. Now it hurts my heart to listen to him talk. He thinks God is a lie, and faith is just ignorant superstition.â
âSo you hoped to convince him otherwise?â
Gretchen nodded.
âAnd was he receptive?â
âNay.â Gretchen grimaced. âHe tried very hard to convince me that I was wrong to believe as I do.â
âDid he attempt to convert you to his way of thinking?â
âWell, a little, maybe. But thereâs no need for you to worry on my account, Rose. I would never leave. You know that, donât you?â
Rose was silent for a moment. She was fairly certain that Gretchen was devoted; that wasnât what worried her. Gretchen was indeed unlikely to leave. But would Earl Weston know that?
âYou mustnât see him again,â Rose said.
Gretchen looked stricken. âBut he was such a good friend, and I want so to help him.â
âJust as he wants to help you. Donât you see it is pointless? You wonât change your mind, nor will he change his, but neither of you will give up, so youâll argue until even the good memories of your friendship are gone. And you will be setting a bad example for the other sisters. What good could possibly come from seeing him again, even in broad daylight?â
âHe trusts me,â Gretchen said.
âBut what does thatââ
âHe tells me things.â
âWhat things?â Rose felt her hopes stir.
âAbout his people, those New-Owenites. I know you areworried about Hugh Griffithsâ suicideâwhether it really was a suicide. After hearing Earl talk, I think you are right to worry. Those folks arenât the close friends they pretend to be, and Hugh wasnât as liked as everyone says.â
Rose leaned forward. âTell me exactly what Earl told you.â
Gretchen leaned, also, her misery blotted out by eagerness to share a good story. âHe said that Celia didnât really love Hugh. She only married him to be near Gilbert, who only cares about his ideas. Hugh was besotted with her, though, and he was terribly jealous because he was convinced that Celia and Gilbert were . . . together.â Gretchen paused in her enthusiasm to look embarrassed, but it didnât last. âEarl was trying to prove to me that men and women should be able to just change around and divorce and remarry all they want, and then there wouldnât be this sort of jealousy. Of course, I told him it only proved that men and women are much better off not marrying at all!â
Rose was torn between pride in Gretchen and alarm that the conversation had become so intimate. She was also, she had to admit, grateful for the information. So she swallowed her reprimand and asked, âDid he mention anything else?â
âNay, nothing in particular,â Gretchen said with obvious regret. âBut I
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