Rachel herself entertained much of that indefinite fear of young men
which so strongly pervaded her mother's mind, and which, as regarded
her sister, had altogether ceased to be indefinite. Rachel knew that
they were the natural enemies of her special class, and that any kind
of friendship might be allowed to her, except a friendship with any
of them. And as she was a good girl, loving her mother, anxious to do
well, guided by pure thoughts, she felt aware that Mr. Rowan should
be shunned. Had it not been that he himself had told her that he was
to be in Exeter, she would not have come out to walk with the brewery
girls on that evening. What she might hereafter decide upon doing,
how these affairs might be made to arrange themselves, she by no
means could foresee;--but on that evening she had thought she would
be safe, and therefore she had come out to walk.
"What do you think?" said Cherry; "we are going to have a party next
week."
"It won't be till the week after," said Augusta.
"At any rate, we are going to have a party, and you must come. You'll
get a regular invite, you know, when they're sent out. Mr. Rowan's
mother and sister are coming down on a visit to us for a few days,
and so we're going to be quite smart."
"I don't know about going to a party. I suppose it is for a dance?"
"Of course it is for a dance," said Martha.
"And of course you'll come and dance with Luke Rowan," said Cherry.
Nothing could be more imprudent than Cherry Tappitt, and Augusta
was beginning to be aware of this, though she had not been allowed
to participate in her mother's schemes. After that, there was much
talking about the party, but the conversation was chiefly kept up by
the Tappitt girls. Rachel was almost sure that her mother would not
like her to go to a dance, and was quite sure that her sister would
oppose such iniquity with all her power; therefore she made no
promise. But she listened as the list was repeated of those who were
expected to come, and asked some few questions as to Mrs. Rowan and
her daughter. Then, at a sudden turn of a lane, a lane that led back
to the town by another route, they met Luke Rowan himself.
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