[Titanic] Ticket

"Their relationship is really good, an enviable couple, isn't it?" Ada leaned her head on Issie's shoulder and said softly and sweetly, "You should bless them, of course."

Old Mr. Strauss’s expression was a bit indescribable—of course it was from an angle that Ada couldn’t see—it’s hard to describe it as surprise or something else. In short, Lester’s performance was probably a little out of the ordinary. he expected.

"He doesn't look like such a sweet guy—I mean, if he's not bad at all, he's definitely not very nice?"

The old gentleman muttered, but at such a low volume that Ada thought he was just whining again - to some long-dead wandering musician - which he had done in the past, Especially when you're flipping through your photo albums over and over again.

"Oh, speaking of the photo album, I should have given him the picture of Kim. Poor Lester, I'm afraid he can't even remember what Kim looks like." Ada said regretfully, "It's all your fault, as I said earlier Take it aboard, God loves to play tricks on us when it doesn't fit."

Mr. Strauss rolled his inconspicuous eyes, and persuaded her in a sweet and cloying tone—seriously, this is a bit demanding for an old man: "Honey, I think it Better to stay in your safe. You know, those rough-handed maids might ruin it, and back in America you can invite Mr. Rowland Jr. to your home—I mean you can have A pleasant little memory to share after dinner."

Ada gave him a kiss on the cheek and said with a smile, "You are so understanding. I am always proud to be married to you."

Strauss bowed pretendingly: "My honor, beautiful Mrs. Ida."

……

"You look unhappy, Carl. If I could know, you might be able to tell me."

After saying goodbye to the Strausses, Lester and Karl wandered the deck, the rich man's shambling footsteps - he was saying in a very obvious way "I'm very unhappy and I need comfort " message.

Lester suppressed a smile and satisfied him, with a serious expression on his face, as if he could raise the violin at any time to fight with the culprit who angered Carl—if he was serious about poking him to death with a bow A word of possibility for a person.

Carl paused—god, his eyes were almost plaintive: "Astor that bastard, he sneered at me, you know, for Ruth—and said there was no way he could use more than The price of 20 is an engagement gift that cannot be given away. Damn it, when I return to the United States, sooner or later I will show him how powerful Hockley is!"

Carl rubbed his hair violently, his face showed a kind of heavy gloom, like the prelude to the storm.

Lester was a little amused: "He knows?"

"Don't think it's not widely spread enough. Anyone can see that she's not interested in me." Carl crossed his arms, with a mean mouth curling, and added after a pause, "Madeleine saw Ruth and the third-class kid went out together, and Astor made it the laughing stock of the whole first-class class.”

Lester wrinkled his face and was a little speechless - because of the boredom of these rich people.

To be honest, they seem to have nothing else to do all day long, regardless of gender, they are keen on these gossip and rumors. Lester sometimes wonders if they know that the Titanic is about to sink even in the next second. These damn rich people must insist on finishing the last second of gossip before they stand up and run for their lives.

"What's wrong with him?" Carl went on, a little embarrassed. "The thing about him and Madeleine—oh, that's the real shame. The whole high society is laughing at him. Clamped his head. How can he still have the face to make fun of me?"

Lester was almost amused by him: "Don't be stupid, boy, you should have thought of this as early as the day you secretly laughed at him. It's a common problem of you to care about every penny and every penny."

Carl forced a smirk: "Don't make me think you're on his side, sweetie, you made me sell it, remember?"

Lester shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. Maybe he was a little nervous in the morning, but now that everything is settled, he is somewhat relaxed. Being in the unknown always makes people feel like a balloon floating in mid-air Well, with a point of support—even if he knew that it might turn into a tattered rubber skin, at least he could no longer endure that light and powerless feeling.

"It's fine if it doesn't sell. He has to regret it, and I promise Madeleine won't make him too happy."

"You're right, you really gotta look at that woman's face when I left—like she really thought I'd agree to the damn deal." Carl chuckled, looking happy again, and took Lester's shoulder, "What were you talking about just now? I mean Mr. Strauss, he doesn't communicate with our generation very much-in my father's words, he is an old fox who is good at accidents, Never fight with less than a 50.00% chance of winning."

"Blessed by God." Lester squinted his eyes, bowed his head and folded his sleeves up—he felt a little cold, which was not a good sign, "The resonance of a piece of music? They chatted with me about my father, God knows I haven't remembered him for a long time."

Carl patted his arm, and pinned the blond hair hanging down his cheeks back for him: "Don't think too much, boy, it's all over."

Lester smiled: "Of course, I've known this since a long time ago. It's a bit cold, don't you think?"

"No, Mr. Roland, I'm strong and strong." Carl said jokingly, winking his eyes.

Lester rolled his eyes: "God, how long do you want to remember this?"

"Obviously, forever, my dear."

……

When Lester and Carl returned to the room, Mary had thoughtfully prepared dinner—to be honest, this young girl was really nice, considerate in her work, and calm and reliable in character. salary.

"Master, I have your telegram."

Carl added a few blueberry-filled pastries to Lester's plate with a small silver clip, wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief before taking the things in the butler's hands, and shook them casually: "Who's ? Captain Rhodes, who is this, I don't remember that I had any interaction with him."

Lovejoy answered cautiously: "As a matter of fact, my lord has dealt with him, and he's an overly conceited man."

"An iceberg warning." Carl slapped the white paper on the table, a few drops of coffee splashed on it, and a few lines of black cursive script stood out, "Look at this wording, it's like Titanic without him It's about to sink right away."

Lester's hands trembled slightly, and the silver fork slid across the dinner plate—the sound was extremely harsh, and Carl immediately rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his arms: "God, what's wrong with you, Lester?"

"...Let me see." Lester almost snatched the piece of paper out from under Carl's fingers, "Damn it, he has issued iceberg warnings several times, and Captain Smith didn't say anything!"

Lester rubbed the paper nervously, Carl held his hand, and looked at him calmly and powerfully with light brown eyes: "Calm down, calm down, my dear. Iceberg warning - it is really common in this season , it's not a big deal. You remember, the Titanic never sank."

"No, Carl, I have a hunch. Please, come with me to the captain's cabin, we have to talk to the captain, please." Lester's eyes widened—God, Carl swears he's grown from the young man's pretty gray Seeing a little water in his eyes, it almost broke his heart.

He had said long ago that one day, he would give him everything a Hockley could give him—even the whole world.

"Let's go after eating these, even if the ship is really about to sink, you have to make sure you have enough strength." Carl leaned forward gently and kissed Lester's forehead, demanding in a strong tone.

……

Even though Karl asked repeatedly, Lester still only took a few bites before Lovejoy took away the plate.

He doesn't have such good concentration, death is like the sword of Damocles hanging above his head all the time, he clutches his stomach, feeling the viscera inside his body convulsing and twisting into a ball - he feels like vomiting, very Very nauseous, he knew it was discomfort caused by intense tension, and no one could relieve it.

"Drink it, Lester, you look pale like a ghost." Carl held a glass of pastel gin.

Lester gulped it down almost without hesitation, and breathed out: "I can't thank you more, Carl. Can we go?"

"Of course." Carl nodded happily, Lester hurried out of the room, the rich man hesitated for a while and said to the old butler standing aside, "Send a telegram to the captain of the Carpathia, Lovejoy. Pack something useful—you know the combination to my safe, and try to pick out something valuable."

Lovejoy frowned: "Master, do you really believe this?"

"I don't know. It's probably because Leicester has had too much influence on me—you've seen him, he was really scared, and that desperation is not like a fake. It's always easier to fight when you're prepared. After all, it's not too much. Trouble." Carl sighed, his eyes flickering slightly - he had a headache, and Satan knew that fear was like a new kind of fucking plague, and he felt a bit of a stomachache, what the hell.

"Everything will be as you wish." Lovejoy said respectfully. In any case, he is always a good housekeeper who can execute the task perfectly-even if the master's request sometimes seems absurd.