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“My father is. He’s always looking at new ways to expand his insurance business and feels that photographs will aid in that quest. In fact, he has a Kodak just like this, which is why I recognized it.” Nathan gave the camera a solid look and then passed it back. He extended his hand. “Nathan Patterson.”

The man shoved the camera into his left hand and gave Nathan a firm handshake with the right. “Frank Browne. Nice to meet you.” He paused and turned his attention to another little girl playing in the distance then snapped another photograph. Turning back to Nathan, he grinned. “I’m trying to get as many as I can because I won’t be onboard as long as most. I’m disembarking in Queenstown.”

“I see. Short journey, but sweet.”

“Precisely. But I’ve got some excellent shots already. I’ve been to the gymnasium, the dining saloon, and even caught a rather candid shot of Captain Smith.”

“He didn’t mind?”

“Not a bit. He’s quite an amiable fellow. Most of the passengers have been happy to oblige. They find my camera quite the novelty, I think.”

“Perhaps one day cameras will be as common as pocket watches.”

“Wouldn’t that be something?” Mr. Browne chuckled. “In the meantime, I will do what I can to preserve the trip in film. I count it a privilege. I never dreamed I would travel on the
Titanic
, but a good friend made it possible by offering me the ticket from Southampton to Queenstown. I plan to enter the ministry, you see. Perhaps I will acquire stories to share with my parishioners.”

“No doubt. Take good notes.”

“I shall.” The fellow paused to take another picture then looked Nathan’s way. “Have you taken a look about the ship?”

“I plan to do that now.” A gust of wind mussed Nathan’s hair, and he did his best to tidy it with his fingers.

“Have a stop at the barbershop,” Mr. Browne said. “You will find all sorts of souvenirs there—postcards, pennants, paperweights, and so on. Quite a few ways to spend your money.”

“Sounds like a good idea.” Nathan rose and began the journey to the first-class barbershop, the steady hum of
Titanic
’s engines whirring beneath his feet. He located the barbershop on C Deck.

Nathan paused to read the sign in the window: H
OT
L
ATHER AND
S
HAVE
. Didn’t sound like a bad idea. This morning’s rushed exit from the hotel hadn’t left much time to tend to his appearance. He stepped inside the small room, taking note of the bench on one side and the chairs on the others. His gaze traveled to the souvenirs, which were hanging from the ceiling above. Nathan smiled as he took in the penknives, banners, dolls, and ribbons with RMS
T
ITANIC
embroidered on them.

“Shave, sir?” a fellow in a White Star Line uniform asked.

Nathan looked his way and smiled. “Don’t mind if I do.”

He took his place in the chair and listened in on the conversation around him. Most of the men spoke about
Titanic
’s near collision with the
New York
. Nathan tried to put the incident out of his mind, choosing instead to focus on the beautiful girl he had just met. Hopefully she would come to dinner. Either way, the seat to his right would be reserved for her. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine how the dinner conversation would go. Maybe she would talk about sheepdogs and bushes shaped like animals. No doubt Mother would be appalled. Nathan chuckled just thinking about it.

“I like to see you smiling.” A familiar voice rang out, startling Nathan. He opened his eyes and gazed at James Carson with a
niggling suspicion running through him. Why did this fellow keep turning up?

“Having a shave, son?” James drew near and placed his hand on Nathan’s arm.

Please don’t call me “son.”

Nathan managed a quiet “Yes.”

“I believe I’ll join you.” James took the seat next to his and lit into a conversation about his stateroom. On and on he went, soon talking about the weather, the length of time it would take to reach Cherbourg, and the smooth ride. Nathan tried to close his eyes and ears to it but could not. Something about the man’s voice irritated him. Frustrated him, even.

After a few minutes, James fell silent. Nathan took advantage of the lapse in conversation to usher up a quick prayer.
Lord, forgive me. James is a kind man. He’s done nothing to hurt me. Please help me to see him as You do.

The next few moments were spent in pleasant conversation between the two. Freshly shaved and doused with minty lotion, Nathan eventually rose from his chair. James joined him, the two men now walking together toward their cabins.

After a moment, James paused and glanced Nathan’s way. “You know, son, I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately.”

“You have?”

“Yes.” A smile turned up the edges of James’s lips. “You’ve grown into a wonderful young man.”

“Thank you, sir.”

James’s brow furrowed. “Yes, a man I’m very proud of, in fact. I do hope you will indulge me for a moment while I make an offer that, I pray, will hold some appeal.”

“An offer?”

“Yes.” James paused and gave him a warm smile. “You know that I have a growing steel mill. I need an overseer for my location in New York. I thought, perhaps, that I could talk you into the position.”

Nathan’s breath caught in his throat. “But you know I plan to work with my father when I return to New York. I felt sure you knew that.”

“Ah.” James shrugged and shifted his gaze to the floor. “Well, I did hear something along those lines. Just wishful thinking on my part, I suppose. I could really use you at the mill and would be happy to compensate you accordingly, of course.”

“A nice offer, Mr. Carson,” Nathan managed. “And I’m honored that you would think of me. But I’m very much looking forward to linking arms with my father. I’m sure you understand. Keeping it in the family and all that.”

“Of course, son.” James slung his arm over Nathan’s shoulder. “Of course.”

The two continued in light conversation until Nathan reached his stateroom. “Will we see you at dinner?”

“Of course. I plan to take full advantage of the menu.” James rubbed his midsection and smiled. “Just one small disadvantage to sailing aboard
Titanic
that I see. I’ll have to have my suits let out when I get home.” He laughed and Nathan did his best to seem amused. Still, something about this whole exchange bothered him, more than he could say.

James headed off to his stateroom, and Nathan paused for a moment to think about the offer the older man had made. Though he found it flattering, it did seem odd that James would try to press him into a position at the steel mill. Indeed, everything about the man seemed odd these days.

After stepping inside his drawing room, Nathan found his mother seated at the desk, writing a note. She looked up with a smile. “Oh, there you are. I thought I might have to send the troops out to search for you.”

“I’ve been on a sightseeing adventure.”

“Ah.” She paused and laid down the note card. “I will do that later, I suppose. I needed to get some rest.”

“Are you feeling better?”

“Much.” She smiled, and he could read the relief in her eyes. “Very much looking forward to dinner. I hope you don’t mind, but James will be dining with us.”

“Yes, he just told me. We took a walk together.”

Mother’s eyes brightened at this news. “Wonderful. So glad you agree.”

Nathan paced the room and tried to work up the courage to broach a delicate subject. He finally turned to look at his mother’s reflection in the mirror. “Can I ask a question?”

“Well, of course.” She swiveled around to face him. “What is it?”

His stomach churned as the words were spoken. “Mother, did you ask James to give me a job?”

“Hmm?” She turned, her cheeks growing red. “What?”

“He offered me a job. Just now.”

Mother’s eyes sparkled. “Really? At his steel mill? Oh, I do hope you will take it, Nathan. He would be such a wonderful mentor for you, and the steel industry is growing, you know. Why, you could earn a fortune in no time.”

“I plan to work with Father when we get back home. You know that. You both know that.” He paused and shook his head, convinced that she had arranged the offer. “Mother, please tell me you did not put James up to that.”

She paused. “I confess, we have discussed the issue on occasion, though I can assure you the offer was all his. James cares deeply for you, Nathan, and he sees something in you besides a desk job in a boring office.” She rose and wrung her hands as she paced the room. “Would it really be so awful to take the position and forget the insurance business?”

“But why? Why would I do such a thing? All of my life, Father has been grooming me to work alongside him. He’s proud of me. And I’m honored to join him.”

Mother paled. “I understand, son. I do. But life has so much to offer. Why settle?”

“Settle?” He could hardly imagine her saying such a thing.

“Yes, son. When one settles, one regrets it, often for the rest of his—or her—life.” She turned back around to face the window. Nathan couldn’t help but notice the trembling in her hands as she reached for the note card. Something about all of this felt wrong, but he didn’t know why. Whatever regrets she referred to were surely not his.

Perhaps, after a short nap, dinner would make all things right again. He hoped so, anyway. And with a certain young lady seated at his side, the conversation was sure to be delightful.

Chapter Fifteen

Wednesday, April 10, 1912, Midafternoon

Cabin B-54

From the moment she entered Cabin B-54, Tessa struggled with a headache. Less than an hour before the dinner bugle blew, she finally called for the steward, who brought headache powders courtesy of the ship’s doctor.

When the nagging pain dulled, Tessa decided that food would probably help rather than hurt. Whether she wanted to do so or not, she should go to the first-class dining saloon. She couldn’t imagine making a good impression on the people in first class but would give it a try. No doubt her dinner partners would find her efforts fascinating. At least one of them would.

A rush of warmth moved over her as she remembered the young man she’d met on the Boat Deck. Nathan Patterson. Yes, Nathan would likely find her entertaining, should she decide to take the seat next to his at dinner. Then again, she’d already given him plenty of fodder, hadn’t she? Dropping to her knees and playing with a dog…in public? Talking about her brother, the gardener, who shaped bushes into animals?

Tessa squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out the embarrassing memories. Oh well. Perhaps he wouldn’t think less of her. Probably just thought she was new money.

I guess I am new money.

The giggle that followed lifted her spirits for a moment and put things in perspective.

The grinding of brakes could be felt below her feet, and minutes later
Titanic
slowed to a halt. Tessa walked to the window and peered outside, realizing they must have arrived at Cherbourg. Soon the bugler would signal the dinner hour. She didn’t have much time to prepare for dinner.

Knowing that she could not dress alone, Tessa went in search of Iris. As much as she hated to admit it, Tessa really needed her suitemate—not just to tie her laces and button her blouses, but for company as well. Hopefully Iris would come around in time.

The other woman’s icy reception did little to encourage Tessa’s thoughts on the matter, but she managed to make small talk as she dressed. They started with the necessary undergarments and then moved to the irksome corset, which squeezed the life out of her. Afterward, Tessa chose a green satin gown, surely the finest of the lot. She thought about Jacquie’s admonition to make a good first impression.

Without speaking a word, Iris fussed her way through the layers of tulle in the underskirt and managed to open the dress for Tessa to step inside. She slipped her arms into the capped sleeves and gazed at her reflection in the mirror as Iris did up the buttons in the back. The gown fitted to her body as if it had been made for her, the deep green color perfect for her eyes. The luscious skirt fanned out behind her, an ocean of satin and silk.

Her favorite part, however, was the delicate silk overlay that cascaded like a banner from her left shoulder down to the right side of her waistline. The iridescent fabric hung in shimmering softness, accentuating the beading at the squared neckline and
then drawing the eye down to her waist, which appeared smaller than ever with the corset pinching the life out of her underneath it all. No one at dinner would be any the wiser, though some might wonder why she couldn’t squeeze down a bite of food. How could she, with her stomach so pressed in? No wonder society girls were always so slim. They had no room for even the smallest morsel.

Tessa reached inside a little cloth bag on the dressing table and came out with a necklace, a lovely strand of emerald-encrusted silver rosettes. After securing it, she reached for the delicate ivory slippers, the ones with the eyelet design. She eased her way onto the chair in front of the dressing table and slipped the shoes onto her feet, relishing the way they made her feel.

“Will you be wearing the green hat or the burgundy?” Iris asked.

“Burgundy?” Tessa had never considered wearing a hat of a different color. Surely a green dress called for a green hat, right?

“You don’t know anything about fashion, do you?” Iris rolled her eyes then lifted both hats at once, showing them to Tessa. “So, which will it be?”

“I will lean on your expertise,” Tessa said after a moment’s reflection. Surely Iris would see this as a gesture of kindness and support.

Iris placed the green hat on the settee and went to work, pinning the burgundy one onto Tessa’s upswept hair. “You will draw the eye up and away from the neckline with this one. Speaking of the neckline, did you also want to wear the fox stole this evening, or do you prefer to save that for another night?”

Tessa shivered. “I can’t even imagine wearing an animal draped about my neck.” She thought of Maggie and felt the sting of tears. “Seems so…inhumane.”