Gabriel frowned. Drilled and beaten into being a good wife? Sometimes he wondered whether rich children had it worse than poor. "There's so much more you could do with your life than getting married," he said, voice still quiet, because the people looking after her might not like this message. Could he ask a rich girl like her. Would such lowly work offend her? But he had not come to this town to tell people what they liked to hear. Especially the rich. Quietly, he continued. "There's a lot of suffering in this town, Miss. With your education and time on your hands, you could do a lot of good. You could educate the children. Or... they are always looking for new nurses or midwives..."