Mathieu listened letting her cry as much as needed to before speaking himself. "I was a promising watch maker, I almost had the money to open my own shop in London. A young woman had... Taken a shine to me, finally after a wonderful date I take her home." He sighed taking a long drag from his cigarette lighting her cigarette.

"The next day, she admitted she loved me. The feeling was not mutual I told her to give it time, she took this as rejection. Telling papa, a wealthy lord I had gotten her pregnant, she expected to be married to me I assume." He threw the cigarette on the deck crushing it with his heel.

"Instead, he hired men to smash wares, kill me, while he arranged a marriage for his lying daughter." He explained looking out at the water, hugging her back. "So late in the night, I sold everything and we ran buying tickets to America." He said, smiling at her a little. "So you are not alone with problems my dear. However I will listen and help if I can, you are to kind to have to marry a man who sounds so dreadful. Perhaps tell your mother you do not want the marriage or plead to your father?"