Ella was silent for the rest of the trip and it became even more boring. Lettice however, was pleased, as she was finally able to sort out things.
Jack still had no idea what had happened to Ella's parents, but figured that he would find out soon.
At last the train came to the long awaited halt.
Jack had been to Boston before, but of course not really seen the city. In fact for him every city was much the same. He didn't care about any museums or other great buildings as long as he didn't even have the money to buy food.
He would've loved to see the great paintings, though.
Lettice summoned up some extra help for their luggage as soon as they stepped out of the train.
"Mr. Dawson, you go and assist them," she commanded.
Jack just nodded, not very happy that he had act like a butler once more, but relieved on the other hand that he was with his people again. He didn't feel very comfortable around Lettice and Ella too for that matter, though it was a different feeling.
What about the diamond?
If it hadn't gone down with the ship, then where could it be?
Jack had last seen it, when that officer had pulled it out of his coat pocket.
'I didn't do it…Rose…you know that I didn't…'
"Mr. Dawson, are you ready? Ella suggested that we buy you some clothes and really I must say that she's right…"
Jack turned around to her voice. Not that serving these two ladies was any real kind of work, nothing compared to lifting shores at the harbour. It was just that…
Jack forced a smile.
He should be thankful for her help, shouldn't he? If he was provided with clothes and food, he had more time and money to spend on thinking about the diamond. Both of them obviously thought that he would stay longer.
Yes, in fact, even Lettice wanted him to remain with them.
Ella was suddenly standing beside him, once more giving him that strange look of hers that made Jack feel uncomfortable. Nervously he stepped from feet to the other, hoping that they would finally reach their destination.
Carrying a bag he silently walked behind Lettice and Ella.
…
Under normal circumstances, Jack would've taken in the wonderful view in front of him and certainly begun to draw the magnificent house they were now entering.
But now something else was on his mind.
Ella had given him a few stolen glances while they had continued their way here by car. Lettice had hired somewhere to fetch them.
"Tomorrow we're going to meet Mr. Lindsay. Remember to dress correctly," Lettice's sharp voice rang out.
Jack assumed that Mr. Lindsay was the fiancé or at least connected to him in some way. Ella's former cheerful mood had been replaced by anxiety and Jack asked himself, if she was still eager to marry. The lectures she had been given by her aunt certainly didn't help in that matter.
The governess was given the room besides Ella's and Jack was reminded of Rose and her corset. Surely Ella was wearing one as well.
Jack himself got a room on the ground floor, near the stables.
Lettice had given him free for the rest of the day and Jack decided that he would use the time and go for a walk. Boston was a nice city and it could help to get his mind straight.
What Fabrizio was doing now? – Jack thought as he went along the streets.
Yes under normal circumstances he would've just sat down and began to draw. Boston certainly was a beautiful city.
What if Hockley had already harmed him in some way?
No, he wouldn't, he wants the diamond.
But I've wasted a day.
And he still had no clue. It was enough to drive one up the wall. In fact the diamond could be everywhere.
Most likely at the bottom of the Atlantic…
How should he ever find it, least of all in six days?
That wasn't next to impossible, it was impossible. His friend was as good as dead.
Like I am.
And all, because he had wanted to save a woman, he had known for a mere days. He had put himself and moreover his friend in danger just to see someone he in fact knew nothing about other than her name and that she wasn't really happy with her family.
Whoever said that it would've even worked out between them?
Playing and joking around on a ship was one thing, living a life together totally different. But as he walked further, he noted a newspaper kiosk. There were writing mostly about the Titanic again and one especially caught Jack's eye – a huge diamond, under a picture of Rose.
A short funeral service is being held for the deceased Rose Dewitt Bukater - late fiancée of Caledon Hockley - son of the famous steel tycoon Nathan...
Whoever said it would've worked out between them?
No one, but Jack still bought the paper.