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Chapter Ten ~ Cecile Roberts.
When she awoke in the morning, her nightmares seemed stupid. She laughed all the way to breakfast, gripping onto Mia's hand. They were joined by Lottie and Philip, who seemed to have grown quite attached to each other. It was a glorious Sunday morning. The ship was making good speed, and they would be in America in less then a week.
Mia was happier then she had been for a long time, she had left her former life behind her. There were no more rules, governesses, dancing lessons. She was almost enjoying being a third class passenger. Which is more then can be said for Philip Herlington.
He was holding Lottie's hand and talking animatedly about the ship builder. "Of course, Mr Andrew's has to accompany the ship for it's maiden voyage, it's only right." Lottie nodded. "And we lucky few get to travel also."
"Only as steerage though. . ."
She sighed and took her hand back. "I wish you would stop talking so." She said.
"And what do you plan to do today?" Rosa asked.
Lottie turned to Philip. "We planned to explore the ship." She looked at her friend. "Would you care to join us?"
Rosa shook her head with a laugh, it was quite clear Lottie and Philip wished to be alone. After breakfast, Rosa and Mia took their own stroll around the ship. They got back several times, they were not allowed in the first class areas.
"Why are we not allowed in their?" Mia asked, tugging at her dress.
"We don't have enough money." Rosa explained. Eventually they made their way up onto the boat deck, the deck was lined with small rowing boats.
"What are these for?" The innocent child asked.
"Those are the life boats, Mia. If the ship were to sink. . ."
"This ship cannot sink, Miss." A voice said.
Rosa turned round, grabbing Mia's hand as she did. She was met by a young man of about twenty five. He wore a black suit, and top hat, he took it off gracefully and bowed.
"I hold a third class ticket, sir." Rosa said. She knew it was obvious from her plain, functional clothes that she was a rich woman. But this man was clearly from first class.
He smiled, and shook his head. "Does that mean I cannot talk to you?"
"It means you shouldn't want to."
Mia forgot her manners, she continued to tug on Rosa's dress. "What's a life boat?" She demanded.
"It is where we go if the ship sinks, darling." Rosa told her.
"Begging your pardon, but life boats shall not be needed on this ship." He emphasised the word 'this'.
"God forbidding." Rosa said, bowing her head slightly.
Again he shook his head. "This ship cannot sink."
"She's made of Iron, Sir." Rosa said, turning to leave.
"I'm Cecile Roberts." He said. "I have invested a lot of money into the White Star Line, I cannot afford it to sink." He said with a laugh.
Rosa did not like this man one bit. He could talk of money, when she thought of people dying. "It seems there are not many people on this ship, judging by the life boats." She remarked. "I'm Rosa Darcy."
"There are over two thousand aboard, Miss Darcy."
"Then. . .what about. . .?" She broke off. "A child could work it out Mr Roberts, the life boats are too few."
Mr Roberts smiled. "Like I said, I cannot afford it to sink. We have a most wonderful Captain as well. It is his last voyage, he is to retire when he reaches America."
"So I have heard. What a way to end a career, on the maiden voyage of the Titanic." Rosa said. "Do excuse me, Sir." She took Mia's hand and led her away.
"Who was he?" The girl asked, as they returned to their cabin.
Rosa brushed her hair. "Just a very rich man, of no consequence. No better then our dear Philip Herlington."
"Did I hear you call Philip dear?" Lottie asked, as she walked in. "He is, isn't he?" The glow on her face was a wonder to behold. When Rosa and Lottie had first met, Lottie had been suffering from depression, she had hardly spoken a word. But now she seemed full of life.
"I was explaining to Mia about the difference in class."
"Oh Philip has very strong views on that."
"Almost too strong." Rosa muttered.
"Meaning?"
"Is it healthy to be so obsessed with a way of life?"
"Philip has been hurt." Lottie said tentatively.
Rosa smiled, softly. "And so shall you."
Lottie turned to face Rosa. "I beg your pardon?"
"It's easy to form an attachment aboard ship, Lottie. The test is though will it last after we have docked."
"Of course it will. . ."
"I mean for instance shall Mr Herlington receive an invite to your wedding?" Rosa demanded.
"I cannot marry, now that I have known love." She told Rosa.
Chapter Ten ~ Cecile Roberts.
When she awoke in the morning, her nightmares seemed stupid. She laughed all the way to breakfast, gripping onto Mia's hand. They were joined by Lottie and Philip, who seemed to have grown quite attached to each other. It was a glorious Sunday morning. The ship was making good speed, and they would be in America in less then a week.
Mia was happier then she had been for a long time, she had left her former life behind her. There were no more rules, governesses, dancing lessons. She was almost enjoying being a third class passenger. Which is more then can be said for Philip Herlington.
He was holding Lottie's hand and talking animatedly about the ship builder. "Of course, Mr Andrew's has to accompany the ship for it's maiden voyage, it's only right." Lottie nodded. "And we lucky few get to travel also."
"Only as steerage though. . ."
She sighed and took her hand back. "I wish you would stop talking so." She said.
"And what do you plan to do today?" Rosa asked.
Lottie turned to Philip. "We planned to explore the ship." She looked at her friend. "Would you care to join us?"
Rosa shook her head with a laugh, it was quite clear Lottie and Philip wished to be alone. After breakfast, Rosa and Mia took their own stroll around the ship. They got back several times, they were not allowed in the first class areas.
"Why are we not allowed in their?" Mia asked, tugging at her dress.
"We don't have enough money." Rosa explained. Eventually they made their way up onto the boat deck, the deck was lined with small rowing boats.
"What are these for?" The innocent child asked.
"Those are the life boats, Mia. If the ship were to sink. . ."
"This ship cannot sink, Miss." A voice said.
Rosa turned round, grabbing Mia's hand as she did. She was met by a young man of about twenty five. He wore a black suit, and top hat, he took it off gracefully and bowed.
"I hold a third class ticket, sir." Rosa said. She knew it was obvious from her plain, functional clothes that she was a rich woman. But this man was clearly from first class.
He smiled, and shook his head. "Does that mean I cannot talk to you?"
"It means you shouldn't want to."
Mia forgot her manners, she continued to tug on Rosa's dress. "What's a life boat?" She demanded.
"It is where we go if the ship sinks, darling." Rosa told her.
"Begging your pardon, but life boats shall not be needed on this ship." He emphasised the word 'this'.
"God forbidding." Rosa said, bowing her head slightly.
Again he shook his head. "This ship cannot sink."
"She's made of Iron, Sir." Rosa said, turning to leave.
"I'm Cecile Roberts." He said. "I have invested a lot of money into the White Star Line, I cannot afford it to sink." He said with a laugh.
Rosa did not like this man one bit. He could talk of money, when she thought of people dying. "It seems there are not many people on this ship, judging by the life boats." She remarked. "I'm Rosa Darcy."
"There are over two thousand aboard, Miss Darcy."
"Then. . .what about. . .?" She broke off. "A child could work it out Mr Roberts, the life boats are too few."
Mr Roberts smiled. "Like I said, I cannot afford it to sink. We have a most wonderful Captain as well. It is his last voyage, he is to retire when he reaches America."
"So I have heard. What a way to end a career, on the maiden voyage of the Titanic." Rosa said. "Do excuse me, Sir." She took Mia's hand and led her away.
"Who was he?" The girl asked, as they returned to their cabin.
Rosa brushed her hair. "Just a very rich man, of no consequence. No better then our dear Philip Herlington."
"Did I hear you call Philip dear?" Lottie asked, as she walked in. "He is, isn't he?" The glow on her face was a wonder to behold. When Rosa and Lottie had first met, Lottie had been suffering from depression, she had hardly spoken a word. But now she seemed full of life.
"I was explaining to Mia about the difference in class."
"Oh Philip has very strong views on that."
"Almost too strong." Rosa muttered.
"Meaning?"
"Is it healthy to be so obsessed with a way of life?"
"Philip has been hurt." Lottie said tentatively.
Rosa smiled, softly. "And so shall you."
Lottie turned to face Rosa. "I beg your pardon?"
"It's easy to form an attachment aboard ship, Lottie. The test is though will it last after we have docked."
"Of course it will. . ."
"I mean for instance shall Mr Herlington receive an invite to your wedding?" Rosa demanded.
"I cannot marry, now that I have known love." She told Rosa.
