ROSE DEWITT BUKATER BEFORE
TITANIC
Chapter Six
"Mother."
Ruth looked up as
Rose walked into her sitting room, still dressed in an evening gown. The
Hockleys had had guests to dinner that night, and Rose, of course, had been required
to dress the part and act like a lady, no matter how she felt.
"What is it,
Rose?" Ruth's voice was decidedly cool.
"I want to
tell you what really happened last night. Now, while Cal is downstairs
entertaining the guests."
"So that you
can speak badly of him without him here to defend himself? Rose, I will not
allow that." Ruth got to her feet. "Now, go back downstairs and be
polite to the guests. You are soon to become Mrs. Caledon Hockley, and it will
enhance his reputation to have a charming, pleasant fiancée."
"Mother,
listen to me!" Rose lowered her voice, not wanting anyone else to hear.
"I did not seduce Cal last night. Perhaps it was bad judgment for me to go
to his quarters with him, but I never intended for anything to happen. The
scheme was entirely his. Do you have any idea what he did to me, Mother?"
"Only what you
wanted him to do, Rose."
"No! I didn't
want him to do anything. He forced himself upon me!"
Ruth slapped her,
furious that Rose was still speaking badly of Cal. She had thought the issue
was settled that morning, but apparently Rose needed more convincing.
"How dare you
impugn such a gentleman, Rose? He is what you—what this family—needs. He has
the wealth and status necessary for a lady of your class. You're just lucky
that you've found a suitable husband."
Rose shook her
head, her hand against her stinging cheek. Ruth's slap had hurt worse than
Cal's, perhaps because she had expected sympathy from her mother and found only
condemnation.
"Mother,
please. I can't do this. I can't marry him. Please let me end the engagement.
We'll think of some suitable excuse—we found ourselves incompatible, or some
such. But I can't—won't—marry Cal."
Rose looked Ruth
right in the eye, firm in her stance against the marriage. Ruth stared at her
for a moment, then took her seat again, gesturing for Rose to sit across from
her. Rose sank down onto the chair, hope momentarily in her heart.
Ruth's words,
however, dashed that hope. "I can see that I haven't informed you well
enough of our situation, Rose. We have no money left. That is why we are
staying here with the Hockleys, rather than in our own home. I was forced to
rent our house out in order to make ends meet."
"Mother...surely
it can't be that bad. There must be some money left."
"No, Rose, there
isn't, or I would never have rented our home to new money."
"Surely they
pay enough for us to live comfortably."
"Comfortably?
Perhaps, Rose, but we would lose our status, lose everything that makes us who
we are. Debts are coming due, and in order to pay them, we would have to sell
our fine things at auction. Everything that matters to us would be gone."
When Rose opened her mouth to speak, Ruth interrupted her. "Your father
left us nothing but a legacy of bad debts covered by a good name. That name is
the only card we have to play. And you, Rose, are doing your best to destroy
that good name. Do you really think that any other man will want you after
this?"
"I wasn't to
blame, and it doesn't show on the outside. He wouldn't have to know."
"He'd find out,
Rose. Trust me on that."
"Surely there
must be some way—"
"Rose, this
discussion is at an end. You will marry Caledon. You have no choice, not
only because of our financial situation, but because of your behavior last
night."
"Mother,
please..."
"We are not
going to speak of this again. And you will not mention it to anyone, or I will
make you sorry, Rose. Very sorry."
Rose stared at her
mother, her eyes filling with tears. Ruth never made idle threats, and her
punishments, as Rose knew from past experience, were something she wanted to
avoid at all costs. She truly would be sorry if she defied Ruth's orders.
"Don't cry,
Rose. You'll ruin your makeup and leave your eyes red. You have nothing to cry
about, anyway. You got yourself into this. Now, the wedding will take place as
planned, but we are first taking a tour of Europe."
"I thought we
didn't have any money."
"Since it is
your engagement trip, Cal will be paying for it. Of course, I will go along as
your chaperone—which it is obvious you need."
Rose shook her
head, trying one last time to dissuade Ruth. "Mother, no..."
"Rose, I said
this discussion was at an end. Do not contradict me. We will be setting sail on
the Mauritania one week from today. Cal was going to surprise you with the
trip, but I explained to him that you really needed to know ahead of time so
that you could purchase a suitable wardrobe before the trip. You will be buying
your wedding gown and trousseau in Europe. Then, Mr. Hockley has something
especially enjoyable in mind—we will sail home on the maiden voyage of the
Titanic, the grandest ship in all history." Ruth smiled, pleased.
Rose felt a sick,
sinking sensation inside. Ruth was using her to pay for all of these fine
things, these luxuries. And Rose would continue to pay...and pay...and
pay...for the rest of her life. Divorce simply wasn't done, and Rose was being
given no say in the matter of the marriage. She was collateral, something to be
sold in place of all the fine things her mother couldn't bear to part with. All
of those luxury items, those things that Ruth had once discarded and replaced
on a whim, were worth more to her than Rose.
And there was no
way to escape, nothing that she could do. If she left Cal, her reputation would
be ruined. She had nowhere to go, no idea what she might do without the
marriage. There was nothing left.
Blinking back her
tears, Rose raised her chin and stood. They could lock her away in a golden
cage, but she wouldn't be broken. She would try to find the good in her
situation, and live for that. She would be strong, pushing away the hurt, until
it no longer mattered. She wasn't Ruth's daughter for nothing; with time, she
could become as icy and unfeeling as her mother. It was the only way to live
the life that had been chosen for her. Without strength, it would destroy her.
"I will be
rejoining the guests now, Mother," Rose told Ruth, walking toward the
door, her back as stiff and as straight as it could be. No one would be able to
guess what had happened. She would put on a cheerful face, be the ideal
hostess. It was only an act, after all—and Rose had often wished that she could
be an actress. This might be the only way she would ever fulfill that dream.
"Behave
yourself, Rose. Don't cross me on this. You know why."
"Yes, Mother,
I know." Rose left the room, her jaw set, and slowly made her way back
down the stairs.