She turned around. "If you give them up because they are poorer than the other passengers... okay, but I will help them." She wanted to leave the room. "Wait", Mr Andrews said loudly. He took a lifebelt from a chair and gave it to her. "Good luck", he whispered.

Henry had grabbed a paddle instantly. His arms hurt, but he couldn't stop. Physical activity had always been a good way to avoid thinking of disagreeable things. He looked back to Titanic. They still lowered boats, people were running around, looking for their families. He shuddered. Maybe Julie would be too late... if she wasn't on deck on time... if the last boat was lowered without her... He rowed faster. And faster. He didn't feel his arms anymore, but it kept him warm. He wished he'd taken his coat with him. He noticed a thin girl with sleek red hair sit on the other side of the lifebaot. She was about fourteen years old and looked as if she was about to faint. Her face was paperwhite and her lips were blue of the cold. Henry wished he could help her somehow. But how? He didn't even have a second shirt with him.
The officier who stood at the bow lifted his hand. "Okay, stop! We'll wait here." They raised the paddles. Henry looked left. The young girl's face looked nearly transparent now. And - he hadn't noticed it before - she weeped. Tears flew down her cheeks silently. She didn't even put her hands to her face.
Henry turned to the ship again. The stern had raised more and more. Could they still lower lifeboats in this weird situation? It seemed so. A uniform-wearing guy shouted something Henry didn't understand, and lots of people sprinted to the lifeboat. Henry watched them nervously. He couldn't see Julie in the crowd but he hoped she was there. As he looked down the decks he was kind of shocked: There was no other lifeboat left. He looked back to the last boat. It was just lowered.