Matriarch of the Hockleys

Ruth sat quietly on the edge of the bed, bowed her head and said nothing.Rufu looked at her silent daughter, feeling equally uncomfortable.

"Ruth, since you have agreed to date Mr. Hudson, don't get too close to other men, so as not to cause misunderstandings in Hudson's ears." Ruth was still worried that Ruth would go with her again. Meet that third-class kid.She couldn't help but said.

"I'm going out first, you should have a good rest." Ruth left Ruth's room after finishing speaking.

Ruth's eyes were glazed, and tears were streaming from her eyes.There was a dead silence in her heart, she didn't know what her next life would be like, and how she should live it.

There was a lively scene on the Titanic, and no one knew that in a luxury suite in the first class, there was a painful and desperate girl who was giving out a wordless breath of sadness.

It's time for afternoon tea exclusively for the upper class.At this time, Andrea had already walked out of the room and went to the coffee shop to make an appointment.

Andrea, who walked to the door of the coffee shop, glanced at her attire again, and entered the coffee shop after confirming that there was nothing impolite.

"Miss Bruce." Carl stood up and greeted Andrea.

"Mr. Hockley, good afternoon." Andrea said, and sat on the chair pulled away by the waiter.

"Did you enjoy your breakfast today, Miss Bruce."

"Of course, thanks to your kindness."

"Miss Bruce, let's order afternoon tea first!" Carl showed a fox-like sly smile, "If possible, I hope I can eat exactly the same thing as Miss Andrea." Carl emphasized the pronunciation of "exactly the same".

"Of course. However, my taste may not match Mr. Hockley's." Andrea would smile maliciously.

"Gentlemen will always accommodate a beautiful lady. Especially when facing a beautiful lady like you." Carl showed an accommodating smile.He believed that Andrea's taste would never be more shocking than his mother's Christmas dinner.

"Then I'll order."

"Two Keemun teas with milk, two scones with whipped cream, two Spanish praline cakes, and two treacle trifle puddings. Double the sugar," Andrea would finish to the waiter, Just looked at Carl with a smile.She is a sweet tooth, presumably Mr. Hockley, as a man, must, will, be killed.Ruth's smile became even more gentle.

Carl didn't know much about desserts, but looking at Andrea's smile, Carl felt a cold wind blowing from behind.

"Is this Miss Andrea's first trip to America?"

"Yes. Does Mr. Hockley travel frequently between England and America?"

"Of course. A successful businessman will never be confined to one place, and his footprints will be in every rich place." Carl wanted to show himself to Ruth, he said confidently.

"Really?" Andrea didn't like Carl's words very much. "How long will you stay in the United States this time?" Andrea said with a smile, pinning a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I may not leave the United States until next year. You know, after all, the Hockley family's business is mainly in the United States." Carl said again, "What about you? Will you spend Christmas in the United States this year? ?”

"Yes. After all, my brother hasn't been back to England for a long time, and my mother and I miss him very much."

Afternoon tea was ready soon. Looking at the snacks in front of him, Carl smiled. Regardless of the taste, at least these snacks are exquisite.

Carl froze as soon as he took a bite of the praline cake.God, this is really too sweet.Carl drank the lipstick tea in a hurry to suppress the sweet taste.Looking at the pudding covered in syrup and the scones covered in cream, Carl couldn't help but feel a toothache. No wonder Andrea smiled like a sneaky cat.

Andrea enjoyed the dessert, seeing Carl's stiff expression, the dessert in her mouth became even sweeter.

Andrea was very satisfied with this afternoon tea, but Carl could only eat the scones without cream with black tea.

"Mr. Hockley, how about today's afternoon tea? Is it your appetite?" Andrea showed a gentle smile.

"Not bad." Carl sipped his black tea. "Does Miss Andrea have any thoughts on the Titanic?"

"Thoughts? The Titanic is indeed worthy of people's pursuit of it. It is another miracle in the history of British navigation. It seems that Mr. Hockley's factory provided most of the steel for the Titanic."

"Yes. It is a kind of affirmation for me to provide steel for the Titanic."

"It is said that Mr. Alexander, the former designer of the Titanic, was replaced by Mr. Andrew because he suggested that the lifeboats with sufficient configuration were replaced by Mr. Andrew. Is this true?" Andrea asked, resting her head on her hands.

"I don't know too well. After all, this is a personnel transfer within the White Star Company, and it is also a commercial secret in a sense." Karl originally wanted to say that it was a rumor, but when he saw Andrea's penetrating eyes, Karl suddenly felt a burst of emotion. Guilty, he could only speak vaguely.

"But you don't need to worry about anything. After all, the Titanic's facilities are very complete, and its safety must be guaranteed." Karl didn't want to go back and forth with Andrea on this issue, he wanted to start another topic.

"Since the news of the Titanic came out, the stock of White Star Company has risen a lot. I also made a small fortune from some of the stocks I have in hand."

"Really? Congratulations then. But"

Carl saw Andrea frowning, feeling very nervous. Does she think I'm too philistine like Miss Cabot? "But what?" Carl said nervously.

Andrea paused and said, "The price of stocks is always erratic, and the risk is relatively high. It's okay to play occasionally, but it's still not as safe as other investments."

Carl breathed a sigh of relief: "Indeed, the price of the stock fluctuates up and down, and the risk is very high. So I usually sell it after a small profit. I will only keep some reliable stocks with relatively stable prices. superior."

"That's true." Andrea smiled.After speaking just now, Andrea felt a little inappropriate. After all, in the upper class, unmarried ladies have always been regarded as unseemly things to worry about money and property.Although some families will let the young ladies in the family practice with some property so that they don't know everything after they get married, but this is always hidden from outsiders.

"Miss Andrea seems to like desserts very much." Carl said, looking at Andrea's leftover snacks.In a time when thin waists were considered a beauty in high society, those ladies ate less than a bird, and Karl rarely saw ladies who ate normally.But seeing Andrea's good appetite, Carl's appetite also became very good. Unfortunately, most of the refreshments in front of him were very sweet.

"Yes, sweets can make people feel good." Andrea gave Carl a playful smile.

Carl was dazzled by Andrea's smile, and his heart was in a trance. "Really? I've heard that some ladies are always on a diet in order to lose weight."

Andrea thought for a while and said, "There is indeed such a thing. But health is the most important thing, isn't it?"

"Yeah, there's no need to hurt the fundamentals for some trivial things." Karl nodded in agreement. "It won't be too cold on the deck now, let's go to the railing and have a look at the scenery."

The service on the Titanic is very good. Whenever the weather is sunny and sunny, the coffee shop will arrange specialists to place tables, chairs and parasols near the ship rails for those first-class guests to enjoy the scenery along the way.

The stylishly dressed aristocratic ladies in hats sat on chairs, flowers were placed on the table, and there was a pot of hot tea.The ladies looked at the coastal scenery from time to time, which looked like exquisite and charming oil paintings from a distance.

"Okay." Andrea walked to the rail with Carl and sat down. "Two servings of Irish coffee and two servings of American Boston pie." After ordering the waiter, Carl recommended to Andrea, "You will definitely like Boston pie, it is a famous dessert in America."

"To get a compliment from a man, this dessert is worth looking forward to." Andrea was full of curiosity and anticipation about the dessert.When the dessert came, Andrea was secretly surprised. It turned out that the Boston Pie was not a pie but a sponge cake with a layer of syrup on top.

"It's really good." The syrup on the surface was silky and sweet, and the cake underneath was soft and delicate. Andrea nodded in satisfaction from the bottom of her heart.

Carl looked at Andrea with a smile in his eyes, and his heart was peaceful.The Titanic sailed smoothly on the sea.

"Button...button..." "Here we come." Madam Rufu heard a knock on the door, and hurriedly stepped forward to open the door.

"Does Miss Cabot live here?" the waiter asked.

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"This is the dinner Mr. George Hudson ordered for Miss Cabot." The waiter handed the tray to Mrs. Rufu.

"Understood, is there anything else?"

"No, I wish Miss Cabot a happy meal!" The waiter had a consistent smile on his face.

Mrs. Rufu closed the door and knocked on her daughter's room next door with a tray in her hand.

"Mom," Ruth opened the door and saw Mrs. Ruth, and hurriedly let her in. "What's the matter, Mom?"

Mrs. Rufu put the tray on the table and said, "Ruth, this is the dinner Mr. Hudson sent for you. You should eat something first."

"Hmm." Ruth lowered her head and lifted the cover.There were many delicious foods on the tray, fish in white cream sauce, beef braised in vinegar, vegetable beef soup, pasta, lemon cinnamon apple pie.

"It's pretty good, Mr. George has a heart." Rufu said with a smile on his face.It seems that George is also very concerned about Ruth, and the day of Ruth's engagement must not be far away.

Ruth ate dinner and listened silently to Mrs. Rufu's eloquence.After Ruth finished eating, Mrs. Rufu finally stopped.

"Ruth, you have to get along well with Mr. George during this time, I hope to hear the news that he proposed to you as soon as possible." Mrs. Rufu said with determination, "By the way, find a way to let him find a place for us to stay. You are already in a relationship, presumably he will be happy to help such a small favor."

"Well. I will, Mom." Although Ruth didn't agree with what her mother said, she agreed, after all, she had no choice.