The next morning, the sunlight dappled the promenade deck where Catherine and Jack were eating breakfast. Trudy poured them a cup of coffee and then lingered in the corner waiting for Catherine's next demand. Jack avoided eye contact as he ate his scrambled eggs. The silence lasted for some time until Catherine spoke up.
"I was hoping to come to you last night Jack, but when I went to your bed you weren't there" she pouted.
"I went for a walk around the deck."
"With that Rose Brown girl apparently" she said enviously as she finished the last of her coffee.
"How-"
"You will never behave like that again, do you understand?"
She didn't get an answer because the door creaked open and Nathan Hockley came out. He motioned for Catherine to leave and she did, with a smile knowing that he would support her on this.
Nathan paced the room for a moment then turned to Jack.
"What on earth were you thinking?"
"Mr. Hockley, will all due respect, you cannot dictate who I befriend."
Shocked by Jack's sudden burst of courage Nathan shoved the table to its side, the contents crashing and spilling all over the floor.
"Yes. Yes I can. You will be my daughter's husband in practice, if not yet by law. So you will honour her and remain faithful. I will not be made out a fool. Don't forget your situation Mr. Dawson. We are giving you fortune, we can take it away just as easily."
Jack stiffened in his chair, knowing that his mother would later chew his ear off about this incident too. Nathan gave him one last warning glance and headed back out the door from which he came.
Trudy quickly rushed over to clear the broken dishes and spilt coffee.
"Trudy, I'm so sorry. I'll clean this up."
She refused his help politely, but he was down picking up glass anyway.
"Trudy, what would you do if you were me?"
"It's not my place to say sir."
The clacking of heels could be heard and again Jack froze. Catherine or his mother, he didn't know which would be worse. Both of them glared down at Jack.
"Jack, hurry up and dress. We have that tour with Mr. Andrews today. That will keep you occupied" said Ruth.
"Trudy can clean it up, it's what we're paying her for" smirked Catherine as Ruth pulled Jack back towards the staterooms.
Ruth locked the door behind her as Jack tied his tie.
"You are not to be alone with that girl again. Jack? I forbid it."
"Oh stop it Mother, you'll give yourself a nosebleed."
Ruth stormed over to him and made an effort to stand superiorly over him.
"Jack, this is not a game. Our situation is precarious. You know the money's gone!"
"Of course I know it's gone" growled Jack "you remind me every day."
"Your father left us with nothing but bad debts whilst he took most of the fortune to spend with his new mistress. I don't understand you. It is a fine match with Catherine, and it will insure our survival."
"How can you put this on my shoulders?"
Ruth turned to him in anger. "Why are you being so selfish?"
"I'm being selfish?" asked Jack, astonished at his mother's ignorance.
"Do you want to see me working as a seamstress? Is that what you want? Do you want to see all our fine things sold at an auction, our memories scattered to the winds?"
Jack could see the hurt in her eyes and sighed.
"It's so unfair."
"Of course it's unfair. Blame your father for that."
Now that Jack was dressed, they both headed to the Sunday service in silence.
Rose had searched for Jack and upon running into a friendly maid called Trudy, she had discovered they were at the service. In her regular clothing, which could pass as second class she headed for the doors. The stewards stopped her from entering.
"Look miss, you're not supposed to be in here."
"I was just here last night, don't you remember?"
Rose saw Nathan Hockley walking towards her and pointed towards him. "He'll tell you."
"Upon doing a bit of background research I have discovered that whilst Margaret Brown has a daughter, she is awaiting her mother's return in America. This means she either has somehow boarded the Titanic in England and stands before me, or you and Mrs. Brown have been creating a charade this whole time."
Rose looked down at her shoes embarrassed.
"Furthermore, there aren't any passengers under the name of Rose in first class, not even second. In steerage there is one. Rose Dewitt Bukater."
"I just need to talk to Jack for a-"
"May I remind you that you are holding a third class ticket and your presence here is no longer appropriate."
Rose caught the eye of Molly, who went to leave her place in the pew to sort out the commotion. However Catherine stood in her way.
Nathan withdrew his wallet and gave each of the stewards a twenty dollar note. "Gentlemen, please see that Miss. Dewitt Bukater gets back where she belongs."
And with those instructions, she was taken back to third class.