THE COST OF BEING RICH
Chapter Seven
For all eternity will I wish that I had never
laid eyes on Jack Dawson. He was nothing special, really. A mere boy at the
time, hardly three years older than Rose herself. She had been leaning over to
look at the propellers--though why, I fear I may never know--when she tripped
and was about to go over. Our very own hero, Dawson, then proceeded to save
her.
When I got to the scene, it was total chaos.
When everything had been sorted out, I was aghast that some filthy gutter rat
from the streets had touched a delicate flower like Rose. I wanted to get her
as far away as possible. But Colonel Gracie, at my side, thought it would be
best if I rewarded the piece of filth. I had my manservant of the time,
Lovejoy, give him a twenty, but that wasn’t good enough for Rose. I studied the
man for a moment at that point. Rose clearly liked something about him--for
what reason will forever be unbeknownst to me. I couldn’t have that, and I
proceeded to invite him to dinner the next night. That would show her what an
unkempt rebel he really was.