An Unsinkable Love(18)
Eldon steered Elizabeth over to the captain's table. The men stood, including the distinguished Captain Smith, who smiled broadly, gave a stiff bow and clicked the heels of his 63
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highly polished shoes before he pulled out an empty chair on his right for Elizabeth. John Astor politely introduced Malcolm to the bearded and mustached captain, who wore his trademark long, black uniform with brass buttons, gold braided cuffs, and medals on his left breast.
Since the table was full with the addition of Eldon and his mother, Malcolm asked a passing waiter to arrange for a table to be set up nearby. The flustered waiter checked with the captain, who gave a brief nod. The maitre d' hovered as a crew brought in a small table and chair and efficiently set up the place setting.
Malcolm perused the captain's table. His mother was unusually pale, but she smiled happily. The male guests were drawn like bees to a rose by her regal beauty. All except one.
When Eldon caught Malcolm's gaze, his lip pulled up in a sneer and his narrowed eyes glinted malevolently. He turned to Elizabeth and put his arm around the back of her chair. The hair on the back of Malcolm's neck stood on end as he watched Eldon lean close to Elizabeth and say something. By all appearances, he was a loving husband whispering sweet nothings into his wife's ear, but almost instantly the happiness fled her face, replaced by a blank, stunned expression. She seemed to shrink into her chair. Eldon observed Malcolm's anger with a smug, self-satisfied smile.
Malcolm started out of his chair but a line of waiters cut in front of him and laid plates around the table, refilled beverages and took away salad plates. By the time they retreated, he heard his mother giving apologies for not feeling well and begging her husband's pardon. Malcolm immediately 64
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stood and moved around to help her as she struggled out of her chair.
Eldon turned back to his audience and was into one of his
"amusing stories" before they were three feet from the table.
"Are you all right, Mother? Something is wrong. What happened?" he whispered.
"Oh, you know me. Just one of my 'spells' as Eldon calls them. I don't think I could manage dinner and conversation tonight. I'm sorry. You don't need to go back with me. I can find my way. Why don't you go on and find some of your friends? You don't need to fuss about your old mother. I'll just go on to bed. Bree will assist me."
"It's not one of your so-called spells, Mother. You're hurt, aren't you? What happened?" he repeated, unwilling to allow her to sweep yet another incident under the rug.
"Really, dear, it's nothing. I took a spill." She wouldn't meet his eye.
"All right, we'll pretend for a moment you're fine. But you haven't had anything to eat. You and I are going to stop in at the A La Carte Dining Room and have a bite, and you can tell me all about your 'spill'."
"That's not necessary, Malcolm, and Eldon will be furious.
He was so angry after you booked the suite. He said it was a waste of money and we'd have been quite comfortable with singles. If he finds out we ate in the A La Carte and paid extra, he'll be very unhappy. We can go back to the dining room if you're hungry."
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thoughts of his wife by now. "No, Mother. I'll pay for dinner.
We don't get to spend much time together, and this late there probably won't be a lot of people there to interrupt us,"
Malcolm said, as he escorted her down the hall. "Besides, I'd like to hear about how you came to have Miss Barry in your room." Malcolm looped his mother's arm though his own and walked her down the corridor, slowing his pace to match her hesitant one. "How did you meet the young lady, Mother? Is she the daughter of a new friend of yours?"
Elizabeth peered up at her son. "Are you teasing me, Malcolm?"
He stopped and turned to her. "I met her a couple days ago, but we didn't get much of a chance to talk. I've been trying to find out more about her, but perhaps you've saved me the effort."
"But Malcolm, dear, Bree is a seamstress. She works for the shipping line. Where on earth did you meet her?"
"A seamstress? She didn't speak like a common servant."