IT WAS TEN O’CLOCK in the morning. The day was warm for April and the golden sunlightstreamed, brilliantly into Scarlett’s room through the blue curtains of the wide windows. Thecream-colored walls glowed with light and the depths of the mahogany furniture gleamed deep redlike wine, while the floor glistened4 as if it were glass, except where the rag rugs covered it andthey were spots of gay color.
Already summer was in the air, the first hint of Georgia summer when the high tide of springgives way reluctantly before a fiercer heat. A balmy, soft warmth poured into the room, heavy withvelvety smells, redolent of many blossoms, of newly fledged trees and of the moist, freshly turnedred earth. Through the window Scarlett could see the bright riot of the twin lanes of daffodilsbordering the graveled driveway and the golden masses of yellow jessamine spreading flowerysprangles modestly to the earth like crinolines. The mockingbirds and the jays, engaged in their oldfeud for possession of the magnolia tree beneath her window, were bickering7, the jays strident,acrimonious, the mockers sweet voiced and plaintive8.
Such a glowing morning usually called Scarlett to the window, to lean arms on the broad sill anddrink in the scents9 and sounds of Tara. But, today she had no eye for sun or azure10 sky beyond ahasty thought, “Thank God, it isn’t raining.” On the bed lay the apple-green, watered-silk balldress with its festoons of ecru lace, neatly11 packed in a large cardboard box. It was ready to becarried to Twelve Oaks to be donned before the dancing began, but Scarlett shrugged12 at the sight ofit. If her plans were successful, she would not wear that dress tonight. Long before the ball began,she and Ashley would be on their way to Jonesboro to be married. The troublesome question was —what dress should she wear to the barbecue?
What dress would best set off her charms and make her most irresistible13 to Ashley? Since eighto’clock she had been trying on and rejecting dresses, and now she stood dejected and irritable14 inlace pantalets, linen15 corset cover and three billowing lace and linen petticoats. Discarded garmentslay about her on the floor, the bed, the chairs, in bright heaps of color and straying ribbons.
The rose organdie with long pink sash was becoming, but she had worn it last summer whenMelanie visited Twelve Oaks and she’d be sure to remember it. And might be catty enough tomention it. The black bombazine, with its puffed16 sleeves and princess lace collar, set off her whiteskin superbly, but it did make her look a trifle elderly. Scarlett peered anxiously in the mirror at hersixteen-year-old face as if expecting to see wrinkles and sagging17 chin muscles. It would never doto appear sedate18 and elderly before Melanie’s sweet youthfulness. The lavender barred muslin wasbeautiful with those wide insets of lace and net about the hem19, but it had never suited her type. Itwould suit Carreen’s delicate profile and wishy-washy expression perfectly20, but Scarlett felt that itmade her look like a schoolgirl. It would never do to appear schoolgirlish beside Melanie’s poisedself. The green plaid taffeta, frothing with flounces and each flounce edged in green velvet5 ribbon,was most becoming, in fact her favorite dress, for it darkened her eyes to emerald. But there wasunmistakably a grease spot on the front of the basque. Of course, her brooch could be pinned overthe spot, but perhaps Melanie had sharp eyes. There remained varicolored cotton dresses whichScarlett felt were not festive21 enough for the occasion, ball dresses and the green sprigged muslinshe had worn yesterday. But it was an afternoon dress. It was not suitable for a barbecue, for it hadonly tiny puffed sleeves and the neck was low enough for a dancing dress. But there was nothingelse to do but wear it. After all she was not ashamed of her neck and arms and bosom22, even if itwas not correct to show them in the morning.
As she stood before the mirror and twisted herself about to get a side view, she thought thatthere was absolutely nothing about her figure to cause her shame. Her neck was short but roundedand her arms plump and enticing23. Her breasts, pushed high by her stays, were very nice breasts.
She had never had to sew tiny rows of silk ruffles24 in the lining25 of her basques, as most sixteenyear-old girls did, to give their figures the desired curves and fullness. She was glad she hadinherited Ellen’s slender white hands and tiny feet, and she wished she had Ellen’s height, too, buther own height pleased her very well. What a pity legs could not be shown, she thought, pulling upher petticoats and regretfully viewing them, plump and neat under pantalets. She had such nicelegs. Even the girls at the Fayetteville Academy had admitted as much. And as for her waist—therewas no one in Fayetteville, Jonesboro or in three counties, for that matter, who had so small awaist.
The thought of her waist brought her back to practical matters. The green muslin measuredseventeen inches about the waist, and Mammy had laced her for the eighteen-inch bombazine.
Mammy would have to lace her tighter. She pushed open the door, listened and heard Mammy’sheavy tread in the downstairs hall. She shouted for her impatiently, knowing she could raise hervoice with impunity26, as Ellen was in the smokehouse, measuring out the day’s food to Cookie.
“Some folks thinks as how Ah kin6 fly,” grumbled27 Mammy, shuffling29 up the stairs. She enteredpuffing, with the expression of one who expects battle and welcomes it. In her large black handswas a tray upon which food smoked, two large yams covered with butter, a pile of buckwheat cakes dripping syrup30, and a large slice of ham swimming in gravy31. Catching32 sight of Mammy’sburden, Scarlett’s expression changed from one of minor33 irritation34 to obstinate35 belligerency. In theexcitement of trying on dresses she had forgotten Mammy’s ironclad rule that, before going to anyparty, the O’Hara girls must be crammed36 so full of food at home they would be unable to eat anyrefreshments at the party.
“It’s no use. I won’t eat it. You can just take it back to the kitchen.”
Mammy set the tray on the table and squared herself, hands on hips37.
“Yas’m, you is! Ah ain’ figgerin’ on havin’ happen whut happen at dat las’ barbecue w’en Ahwuz too sick frum dem chittlins Ah et ter fetch you no tray befo’ you went. You is gwine eat eve’ybite of dis.”
“I am not! Now, come here and lace me tighter because we are late already. I heard the carriagecome round to the front of the house.”
Mammy’s tone became wheedling38.
“Now, Miss Scarlett, you be good an’ come eat jes’a lil. Miss Carreen an’ Miss Suellen done eatall dey’n.”
“They would,” said Scarlett contemptuously. “They haven’t any more spirit than a rabbit. But Iwon’t! I’m through with trays. I’m not forgetting the time I ate a whole tray and went to theCalverts’ and they had ice cream out of ice they’d brought all the way from Savannah, and Icouldn’t eat but a spoonful. I’m going to have a good time today and eat as much as I please.”
At this defiant39 heresy40, Mammy’s brow lowered with indignation. What a young miss could doand what she could not do were as different as black and white in Mammy’s mind; there was nomiddle ground of deportment between. Suellen and Carreen were clay in her powerful hands andharkened respectfully to her warning. But it had always been a struggle to teach Scarlett that mostof her natural impulses were unladylike. Mammy’s victories over Scarlett were hard-won andrepresented guile41 unknown to the white mind.
“Ef you doan care ‘bout how folks talks ‘bout dis fambly, Ah does,” she rumbled28. “Ah ain’
gwine stand by an’ have eve’ybody at de pahty sayin’ how you ain’ fotched up right. Ah has toleyou an’ tole you dat you kin allus tell a lady by dat she eat lak a bird. An’ Ah ain’ aimin’ ter haveyou go ter Mist’ Wilkes’ an’ eat lak a fe’el han’ an’ gobble lak a hawg.”
“Mother is a lady and she eats,” countered Scarlett.
“W’en you is mahied, you kin eat, too,” retorted Mammy. “Wen Miss Ellen yo’ age, she never etnuthin’ w’en she went out, an’ needer yo’ Aunt Pauline nor yo’ Aunt Eulalie. An’ dey all donemahied. Young misses whut eats heavy mos’ generly doan never ketch husbands.”
“I don’t believe it. At that barbecue when you were sick and I didn’t eat beforehand, AshleyWilkes told me he liked to see a girl with a healthy appetite.”
Mammy shook her head ominously42.
“Whut gempmums says an’ whut dey thinks is two diffunt things. An’ Ah ain’ noticed Mist’
Ashley axing fer ter mahy you.”
Scarlett scowled43, started to speak sharply and then caught herself. Mammy had her there andthere was no argument. Seeing the obdurate44 look on Scarlett’s face, Mammy picked up the trayand, with the bland45 guile of her race, changed her tactics. As she started for the door, she sighed.
“Well’m, awright. Ah wuz tellin’ Cookie w’ile she wuz a-fixin’ dis tray, ‘You kin sho tell a ladyby whut she doan eat,’ an’ Ah say ter Cookie, ‘Ah ain’ seed no w’ite lady who et less’n Miss MellyHamilton did las’ time she wuz visitin’ Mist’ Ashley’—Ah means, visitin’ Miss India.”
Scarlett shot a look of sharp suspicion at her, but Mammy’s broad face carried only a look ofinnocence and of regret that Scarlett was not the lady Melanie Hamilton was.
“Put down that tray and come lace me tighter,” said Scarlett irritably46. “And I’ll try to eat a littleafterwards. If I ate now I couldn’t lace tight enough.”
Cloaking her triumph, Mammy set down the tray.
“Whut mah lamb gwine wear?”
“That,” answered Scarlett, pointing at the fluffy47 mass of green flowered muslin. InstantlyMammy was in arms.
“No, you ain’. It ain’ fittin’ fer mawnin’. You kain show yo’ buzzum befo’ three o’clock an’ datdress ain’ got no neck an’ no sleeves. An’ you’ll git freckled48 sho as you born, an’ Ah ain’ figgerin’
on you gittin’ freckled affer all de buttermilk Ah been puttin’ on you all dis winter, bleachin’ demfreckles you got at Savannah settin’ on de beach. Ah sho gwine speak ter yo’ Ma ‘bout you.”
“If you say one word to her before I’m dressed I won’t eat a bite,’ said Scarlett coolly. “Motherwon’t have time to send me back to change once I’m dressed.”
Mammy sighed resignedly, beholding50 herself outguessed. Between the two evils, it was better tohave Scarlett wear an afternoon dress at a morning barbecue than to have her gobble like a hog3.
“Hole onter sumpin’ an’ suck in yo’ breaf,” she commanded.
Scarlett obeyed, bracing51 herself and catching firm hold of one of the bedposts. Mammy pulledand jerked vigorously and, as the tiny circumference52 of whalebone-girdled waist grew smaller, aproud, fond look came into her eyes.
“Ain’ nobody got a wais’ lak mah lamb,” she said approvingly. “Eve’y time Ah pulls MissSuellen littler dan twenty inches, she up an’ faint.”
“Pooh!” gasped53 Scarlett, speaking with difficulty. “I never fainted in my life.”
“Well, ‘twouldn’ do no hahm ef you wuz ter faint now an’ den1,” advised Mammy. “You is sobrash sometimes, Miss Scarlett. Ah been aimin’ ter tell you, it jes’ doan look good de way you‘doan faint ‘bout snakes an’ mouses an’ sech. Ah doan mean round home but w’en you is out incomp’ny. An’Ah has tole you an’—”
“Oh, hurry! Don’t talk so much. I’ll catch a husband. See if I don’t, even if I don’t scream andfaint. Goodness, but my stays are tight! Put on the dress.”
Mammy carefully dropped the twelve yards of green sprigged muslin over the mountainouspetticoats and hooked up the back of the tight, low-cut basque.
“You keep yo’ shawl on yo’ shoulders w’en you is in de sun, an’ doan you go takin’ off yo’ hatw’en you is wahm,” she commanded. “Elsewise you be comin’ home lookin’ brown lak Ole MizSlattery. Now, you come eat, honey, but doan eat too fas’. No use havin’ it come right back upagin.”
Scarlett obediently sat down before the tray, wondering if she would be able to get any food intoher stomach and still have room to breathe. Mammy plucked a large towel from the washstand andcarefully tied it around Scarlett’s neck, spreading the white folds over her lap. Scarlett began onthe ham, because she liked ham, and forced it down.
“I wish to Heaven I was married,” she said resentfully as she attacked the yams with loathing54.
‘Tin tired of everlastingly55 being unnatural56 and never doing anything I want to do. I’m tired ofacting like I don’t eat more than a bird, and walking when I want to run and saying I feel faint aftera waltz, when I could dance for two days and never get tired. I’m tired of saying, ‘How wonderfulyou are!’ to fool men who haven’t got one-half the sense I’ve got, and I’m tired of pretending Idon’t know anything, so men can tell me things and feel important while they’re doing it ... I can’teat another bite.”
“Try a hot cake,” said Mammy inexorably.
“Why is it a girl has to be so silly to catch a husband?”
“Ah specs it’s kase gempmums doan know whut dey wants. Dey jes’ knows whut dey thinks deywants. An’ givin’ dem whut dey thinks dey wants saves a pile of mizry an’ bein’ a ole maid. An’
dey thinks dey wants mousy lil gals58 wid bird’s tastes an’ no sense at all. It doan make a gempmumfeel lak mahyin’ a lady ef he suspicions she got mo’ sense dan he has.”
“Don’t you suppose men get surprised after they’re married to find that their wives do havesense?”
“Well, it’s too late den. Dey’s already mahied. ‘Sides, gempmums specs dey wives ter havesense.”
“Some day I’m going to do and say everything I want to do and say, and if people don’t like it Idon’t care.”
“No, you ain’,” said Mammy grimly. “Not while Ah got breaf. You eat dem cakes. Sop59 dem inde gravy, honey.”
“I don’t think Yankee girls have to act like such fools. When we were at Saratoga last year, Inoticed plenty of them acting57 like they had right good sense and in front of men, too.”
Mammy snorted.
“Yankee gals! Yas’m, Ah guess dey speaks dey minds awright, but Ah ain’ noticed many of demgittin’ proposed ter at Saratoga.”
“But Yankees must get married,” argued Scarlett. “They don’t just grow. They must get marriedand have children. There’s too many of them.”
“Men mahys dem fer dey money,” said Mammy firmly.
Scarlett sopped60 the wheat cake in the gravy and put it in her mouth. Perhaps there was something to what Mammy said. There must be something in it, for Ellen said the same things, indifferent and more delicate words. In fact, the mothers of all her girl friends impressed on theirdaughters the necessity of being helpless, clinging, doe-eyed creatures. Really, it took a lot of senseto cultivate and hold such a pose. Perhaps she had been too brash. Occasionally she-had arguedwith Ashley and frankly61 aired her opinions. Perhaps this and her healthy enjoyment62 of walking andriding had turned him from her to the frail63 Melanie. Perhaps if she changed her tactics— But shefelt that if Ashley succumbed64 to premeditated feminine tricks, she could never respect him as shenow did. Any man who was fool enough to fall for a simper, a faint and an “Oh, how wonderfulyou are!” wasn’t worth having. But they all seemed to like it.
If she had used the wrong tactics with Ashley in the past—well, that was the past and done with.
Today she would use different ones, the right ones. She wanted him and she had only a few hoursin which to get him. If fainting, or pretending to faint, would do the trick, then she would faint. Ifsimpering, coquetry or empty-headedness would attract him, she would gladly play the flirt65 and bemore empty-headed than even Cathleen Calvert. And if bolder measures were necessary, she wouldtake them. Today was the day!
There was no one to tell Scarlett that her own personality, frighteningly vital though it was, wasmore attractive than any masquerade she might adopt. Had she been, told, she would have beenpleased but unbelieving. And the civilization of which she was a part would have been unbelievingtoo, for at no time, before or since, had so low a premium66 been placed on feminine naturalness.
As the carriage bore her down the red road toward the Wilkes plantation67, Scarlett had a feeling ofguilty pleasure that neither her mother nor Mammy was with the party. There would be no one atthe barbecue who, by delicately lifted brows or out-thrust underlip, could interfere68 with her plan ofaction. Of course, Suellen would be certain to tell tales tomorrow, but if an went as Scarlett hoped,the excitement of the family over her engagement to Ashley or her elopement would more thanoverbalance their displeasure. Yes, she was very glad Ellen had been forced to stay at home.
Gerald, primed with brandy, had given Jonas Wilkerson his dismissal that morning and Ellenhad remained at Tara to go over the accounts of the plantation before he took his departure. Scarletthad kissed her mother good-by in the little office where she sat before the tall secretary with itspaper-stuffed pigeonholes69. Jonas Wilkerson, hat in hand, stood beside her, his sallow tight-skinnedface hardly concealing70 the fury of hate that possessed71 him at being so unceremoniously turned outof the best overseer’s job in the County. And all because of a bit of minor philandering72. He hadtold Gerald over and over that Emmie Slattery’s baby might have been fathered by any one of adozen men as easily as himself—an idea in which Gerald concurred—but that had not altered hiscase so far as Ellen was concerned. Jonas hated all Southerners. He hated their cool courtesy tohim and their contempt for his social status, so inadequately73 covered by their courtesy. He hatedEllen O’Hara above anyone else, for she was the epitome75 of all that he hated in Southerners.
Mammy, as head woman of the plantation, had remained to help Ellen, and it was Dilcey whorode on the driver’s seat beside Toby, the girls’ dancing dresses in a long box across her lap. Geraldrode beside the carriage on his big hunter, warm with brandy and pleased with himself for havinggotten through with the unpleasant business of Wilkerson so speedily. He had shoved the re sponsibility onto Ellen, and her disappointment at missing the barbecue and the gathering76 of herfriends did not enter his mind; for it was a fine spring day and his fields were beautiful and thebirds were singing and he felt too young and frolicsome77 to think of anyone else. Occasionally heburst out with “Peg in a Low-backed Car” and other Irish ditties or the more lugubrious78 lament79 forRobert Emmet, “She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps.”
He was happy, pleasantly excited over the prospect80 of spending the day shouting about theYankees and the war, and proud of his three pretty daughters in their bright spreading hoop81 skirtsbeneath foolish little lace parasols. He gave no thought to his conversation of the day before withScarlett, for it had completely slipped his mind. He only thought that she was pretty and a greatcredit to him and that, today, her eyes were as green as the hills of Ireland. The last thought madehim think better of himself, for it had a certain poetic82 ring to it, and so he favored the girls with aloud and slightly off-key rendition of “The Wearin’ o’ the Green.”
Scarlett, looking at him with the affectionate contempt that mothers feel for small swaggeringsons, knew that he would be very drunk by sundown. Coming home in the dark, he would try, asusual, to jump every fence between Twelve Oaks and Tara and, she hoped, by the mercy ofProvidence and the good sense of his horse, would escape breaking his neck. He would disdain83 thebridge and swim his horse through the river and come home roaring, to be put to bed on the sofa inthe office by Pork who always waited up with a lamp in the front hall on such occasions.
He would ruin his new gray broadcloth suit, which would cause him to swear horribly in themorning and tell Ellen at great length how his horse fell off the bridge in the darkness—a palpablelie which would fool no one but which would be accepted by all and make him feel very clever.
Pa is a sweet, selfish, irresponsible darling, Scarlett thought, with a surge of affection for him.
She felt so excited and happy this morning that she included the whole world, as well as Gerald, inher affection. She was pretty and she knew it; she would have Ashley for her own before the daywas over; the sun was warm and tender and the glory of the Georgia spring was spread before hereyes. Along the roadside the blackberry brambles were concealing with softest green the savagered gulches84 cut by the winter’s rains, and the bare granite85 boulders86 pushing up through the redearth were being draped with sprangles of Cherokee roses and compassed about by wild violets ofpalest purple hue87. Upon the wooded hills above the river, the dogwood blossoms lay glistening88 andwhite, as if snow still lingered among the greenery. The flowering crab89 trees were bursting theirbuds and rioting from delicate white to deepest pink and, beneath the trees where the sunshinedappled the pine straw, the wild honeysuckle made a varicolored carpet of scarlet2 and orange androse. There was a faint wild fragrance90 of sweet shrub91 on the breeze and the world smelted92 goodenough to eat.
“I’ll remember how beautiful this day is till I die,” thought Scarlett. “Perhaps it will be mywedding day!”
And she thought with a tingling93 in her heart how she and Ashley might ride swiftly through thisbeauty of blossom and greenery this very afternoon, or tonight by moonlight, toward Jonesboroand a preacher. Of course, she would have to be remarried by a priest from Atlanta, but that wouldbe something for Ellen and Gerald to worry about. She quailed94 a little as she thought how whitewith mortification95 Ellen would be at hearing that her daughter had eloped with another girl’s fiancé, but she knew Ellen would forgive her when she saw her happiness. And Gerald wouldscold and bawl96 but, for all his remarks of yesterday about not wanting her to marry Ashley, hewould be pleased beyond words at an alliance between his family and the Wilkes.
“But that’ll be something to worry about after I’m married,” she thought, tossing the worry fromher.
It was impossible to feel anything but palpitating joy in this warm sun, in this spring, with thechimneys of Twelve Oaks just beginning to show on the hill across the river.
“I’ll live there all my life and I’ll see fifty springs like this and maybe more, and I’ll tell mychildren and my grandchildren how beautiful this spring was, lovelier than any they’ll ever see.”
She was so happy at this thought that she joined in the last chorus of “The Wearin’ o’ the Green”
and won Gerald’s shouted approval.
“I don’t know why you’re so happy this morning,” said Suellen crossly, for the thought stillrankled in her mind that she would look far better in Scarlett’s green silk dancing frock than itsrightful owner would. And why was Scarlett always so selfish about lending her clothes andbonnets? And why did Mother always back her up, declaring green was not Suellen’s color? “Youknow as well as I do that Ashley’s engagement is going to be announced tonight. Pa said so thismorning. And I know you’ve been sweet on him for months.”
“That’s all you know,” said Scarlett, putting out her tongue and refusing to lose her good humor.
How surprised Miss Sue would be by this time tomorrow morning!
“Susie, you know that’s not so,” protested Carreen, shocked. “It’s Brent that Scarlett caresabout.”
Scarlett turned smiling green eyes upon her younger sister, wondering how anyone could be sosweet. The whole family knew that Carreen’s thirteen-year-old heart was set upon Brent Tarleton,who never gave her a thought except as Scarlett’s baby sister. When Ellen was not present, theO’Haras teased her to tears about him.
“Darling, I don’t care a thing about Brent,” declared Scarlett, happy enough to be generous.
“And he doesn’t care a thing about me. Why, he’s waiting for you to grow up!”
Carreen’s round little face became pink, as pleasure struggled with incredulity.
“Oh, Scarlett, really?”
“Scarlett, you know Mother said Carreen was too young to think about beaux yet, and there yougo putting ideas in her head.”
“Well, go and tattle and see if I care,” replied Scarlett. “You want to hold Sissy back, becauseyou know she’s going to be prettier than you in a year or so.”
“You’ll be keeping civil tongues in your heads this day, or I’ll be taking me crop to you,”
warned Gerald. “Now whist! Is it wheels I’m hearing? That’ll be the Tarletons or the Fontaines.”
As they neared the intersecting road that came down the thickly wooded hill from Mimosa andFairhill, the sound of hooves and carriage wheels became plainer and clamorous97 feminine voicesraised in pleasant dispute sounded from behind the screen of trees. Gerald, riding ahead, pulled up his hone and signed to Toby to stop the carriage where the two roads met.
“ ‘Tis the Tarleton ladies,” he announced to his daughters, his florid face abeam98, for exceptingEllen there was no lady in the County he liked more than the red-haired Mrs. Tarleton. “And ‘tisherself at the reins99. Ah, there’s a woman with fine hands for a horse! Feather light and strong asrawhide, and pretty enough to kiss for all that. More’s the pity none of you have such hands,” headded, casting fond but reproving glances at his girls. “With Carreen afraid of the poor beasts andSue with hands tike sadirons when it comes to reins and you, Puss—”
“Well, at any rate I’ve never been thrown,” cried Scarlett indignantly. “And Mrs. Tarleton takesa toss at every hunt.”
“And breaks a collar bone like a man,” said Gerald. “No fainting, no fussing. Now, no more ofit, for here she comes.”
He stood up in his stirrups and took off his hat with sweep, as the Tarleton carriage, overflowing100 with girls in bright dresses and parasols and flutteri(a) ng veils, came into view, with Mrs.
Tarleton on the box as Gerald had said. With her four daughters, their mammy and their balldresses in long cardboard boxes crowding the carriage, there was no room for the coachman. And,besides, Beatrice Tarleton never willingly permitted anyone, black or white, to hold reins when herarms were out of slings101. Frail, fine-boned, so white of skin that her flaming hair seemed to havedrawn all the color from her face into its vital burnished102 mass, she was nevertheless possessed ofexuberant health and untiring energy. She had borne eight children, as red of hair and as full of lifeas she, and had raised them most successfully, so the County said, because she gave them all theloving neglect and the stem discipline she gave the colts she bred. “Curb them but don’t break theirspirits,” was Mrs. Tarleton’s motto.
She loved horses and talked horses constantly. She understood them and handled them betterthan any man in the County. Colts overflowed103 the paddock onto the front lawn, even as her eightchildren overflowed the rambling104 house on the hill, and colts and sons and daughters and huntingdogs tagged after her as she went about the plantation. She credited her horses, especially her redmare, Nellie, with human intelligence; and if the cares of the house kept her busy beyond the timewhen she expected to take her daily ride, she put the sugar bowl in the hands of some smallpickaninny and said: “Give Nellie a handful and tell her I’ll be out terrectly.”
Except on rare occasions she always wore her riding habit, for whether she rode or not shealways expected to ride and in that expectation put on her habit upon arising. Each morning, rainor shine, Nellie was saddled and walked up and down in front of the house, waiting for the timewhen Mrs. Tarleton could spare hour away from her duties. But Fairhill was a difficult plantationtomanageandsparetime(an) hard to get, and more often than not Nellie walked up anddown riderless hour after hour, while Beatrice Tarleton went through the day with the skirt of herhabit absently looped over her arm and six inches of shining boot showing below it.
Today, dressed in dull black silk over unfashionably narrow hoops106, she still looked as though inher habit, for the dress was as severely107 tailored as her riding costume and the small black hat withHa long black plume108 perched over one warm, twinkling, brown eye was a replica109 of the batteredold hat she used for hunting.
She waved her whip when she saw Gerald and drew her dancing pair of red horses to a halt, andthe four girls in the back of the carriage leaned out and gave such vociferous110 cries of greeting thatthe team pranced111 in alarm. To a casual observer it would seem that years had passed since theTarletons had seen the O’Haras, instead of only two days. But they were a sociable112 family andliked their neighbors, especially the O’Hara girls. That is, they liked Suellen and Carreen. No girlin the County, with the possible exception of the empty-headed Cathleen Calvert, really likedScarlett.
In summers, the County averaged a barbecue and ball nearly every week, but to the red-hairedTarletons with their enormous capacity for enjoying themselves, each barbecue and each ball wasas exciting as if it were the fast they had ever attended. They were a pretty, buxom113 quartette, socrammed into the carriage that their hoops and flounces overlapped114 and their parasols nudged andbumped together above their wide leghorn sun hats, crowned with roses and dangling115 with blackvelvet chin ribbons. All shades of red hair were represented beneath these hats, Hetty’s plain redhair, Camilla’s strawberry blonde, Randa’s coppery auburn and small Betsy’s carrot top.
“That’s a fine bevy116. Ma’m,” said Gerald gallantly117, reining118 his horse alongside the carriage. “Butit’s far they’ll go to beat their mother.”
Mrs. Tarleton rolled her red-brown eyes and sucked in her tower lip in burlesqued119 appreciation,and the girls cried, “Ma, stop making, eyes or well tell Pa!” “I vow120, Mr. O’Hara, she never gives usa chance when there’s a handsome man like you around!”
Scarlett laughed with the rest at these sallies but, as always, the freedom with which theTarletons treated their mother came as a shock. They acted as if she were one of themselves andnot a day over sixteen. To Scarlett, the very idea of saying such things to her own mother was almostsacrilegious. And yet—and yet—there was something very pleasant about the Tarleton girls’
relations with their mother, and they adored her for all that they criticized and scolded and teasedher. Not, Scarlett loyally hastened to tell herself, that she would prefer a mother like Mrs. Tarletonto Ellen, but still it would be fun to romp121 with a mother. She knew that even that thought wasdisrespectful to Ellen and felt ashamed of it. She knew no such troublesome thoughts everdisturbed the brains under the four flaming thatches122 in the carriage and, as always when she feltherself different from her neighbors, an irritated confusion fell upon her.
Quick though her brain was, it was not made for analysis, but she half-consciously realized that,for all the Tarleton girls were as unruly as colts and wild as March hares, there was an unworriedsingle-mindedness about them that was part of their inheritance. On both their mother’s and theirfather’s side they were Georgians, north Georgians, only a generation away from pioneers. Theywere sure of themselves and of their environment. They knew instinctively123 what they were about,as did the Wilkeses, though in widely divergent ways, and in them there was no such conflict asfrequently raged in Scarlett’s bosom where the blood of a soft-voiced, overbred Coast aristocratmingled with the shrewd, earthy blood of an Irish peasant. Scarlett wanted to respect and adore hermother like an idol124 and to rumple125 her hair and tease her too. And she knew she should bealtogether one way or the other. It was the same conflicting emotion that made her desire to appeara delicate and high-bred lady with boys and to be, as well, a hoyden126 who was not above a fewkisses.
“Where’s Ellen this morning?” asked Mrs. Tarleton.
“She’s after discharging our overseer and stayed home to go over the accounts with him.
Where’s himself and the lads?”
“Oh, they rode over to Twelve Oaks hours ago—to sample the punch and see if it was strongenough, I dare say, as if they wouldn’t have from now till tomorrow morning to do it! I’m going toask John Wilkes to keep them overnight, even if he has to bed them down in the stable. Five menin their cups are just too much for me. Up to three, I do very well but—”
Gerald hastily interrupted to change the subject He could feel his own daughters snickeringbehind his back as they remembered in what condition he had come home from the Wilkeses’ lastbarbecue the autumn before.
“And why aren’t you riding today, Mrs. Tarleton? Sure, you don’t look yourself at all withoutNellie. It’s a stentor, you are.”
“A stentor, me ignorant broth127 of a boy!” cried Mrs. Tarleton, aping his brogue. “You mean acentaur. Stentor was a man with a voice like a brass129 gong.”
“Stentor or centaur128, ‘tis no matter,” answered Gerald, unruffled by his error. “And ‘tis a voicelike brass you have, Ma’m, when you’re urging on the hounds, so it is.”
“That’s one on you, Ma,” said Hetty. “I told you you yelled like a Comanche whenever you sawa fox.”
“But not as loud as you yell when Mammy washes your ears,” returned Mrs. Tarleton. “And yousixteen! Well, as to why I’m not riding today, Nellie foaled early this morning.”
“Did she now!” cried Gerald with real interest, his Irishman’s passion for horses shining in hiseyes, and Scarlett again felt the sense of shock in comparing her mother with Mrs. Tarleton. ToEllen, mares never foaled nor cows calved. In fact, hens almost didn’t lay eggs. Ellen ignored thesematters, completely. But Mrs. Tarleton had no such reticences.
“A little filly, was it?”
“No, a fine little stallion with legs two yards long. You must ride over and see him, Mr. O’Hara.
He’s a real Tarleton horse. He’s as red as Hetty’s curls.”
“And looks a lot like Hetty, too,” said Camilla, and then disappeared shrieking130 amid a welter ofskirts and pantalets and bobbing hats, as Hetty, who did have a long face, began pinching her.
“My fillies are feeling their oats this morning,” said Mrs. Tarleton. “They’ve been kicking uptheir heels ever since we heard the news this morning about Ashley and that little cousin of hisfrom Atlanta. What’s her name? Melanie? Bless the child, she’s a sweet little thing, but I can neverremember either her name or her face. Our cook is the broad wife of the Wilkes butler, and he wasover last night with the news that the engagement would be announced tonight and Cookie told usthis morning. The girls are all excited about it, though I can’t see why. Everybody’s known foryears that Ashley would marry her, that is, if he didn’t marry one of his Burr cousins from Macon.
Just like Honey Wilkes is going to marry Melanie’s brother, Charles. Now, tell me, Mr. O’Hara, isit illegal for the Wilkes to marry outside of their family? Because if—”
Scarlett did not hear the rest of the laughing words. For one short instant, it was as though thesun had ducked behind a cool cloud, leaving the world in shadow, taking the color out of things.
The freshly green foliage131 looked sickly, the dogwood pallid132, and the flowering crab, so beautifullypink a moment ago, faded and dreary133. Scarlett dug her fingers into the upholstery of the carriageand for a moment her parasol wavered. It was one thing to know that Ashley was engaged but itwas another to hear people talk about it so casually134. Then her courage flowed strongly back and thesun came out again and the landscape glowed anew. She knew Ashley loved her. That was certain.
And she smiled as she thought how surprised Mrs. Tarleton would be when no engagement wasannounced that night—how surprised if there were an elopement. And she’d tell neighbors what asly boots Scarlett was to sit there and listen to her talk about Melanie when all the time she andAshley—She dimpled at her own thoughts and Hetty, who had been watching sharply the effect ofher mother’s words, sank back with a small puzzled frown.
“I don’t care what you say, Mr. O’Hara,” Mrs. Tarleton was saying emphatically. “It’s all wrong,this marrying of cousins. It’s bad enough for Ashley to be marrying the Hamilton child, but forHoney to be marrying that pale-looking Charles Hamilton—”
“Honey’ll never catch anybody else if she doesn’t marry Charlie,” said Randa, cruel and securein her own popularity. “She’s never had another beau except him. And he’s never acted very sweeton her, for all that they’re engaged. Scarlett, you remember how he ran after you last Christmas—”
“Don’t be a cat, Miss,” said her mother. “Cousins shouldn’t marry, even second cousins. Itweakens the strain. It isn’t like horses. You can breed a mare105 to a brother or a sire to a daughter andget good results if you know your blood strains, but in people it just doesn’t work. You get goodlines, perhaps, but no stamina135. You—”
“Now, Ma’m, I’m taking issue with you on that! Can you name me better people than theWilkes? And they’ve been intermarrying since Brian Boru was a boy.”
“And high time they stopped it, for it’s beginning to show. Oh, not Ashley so much, for he’s agood-looking devil, though even he— But look at those two washed-out-looking Wilkes girls, poorthings! Nice girls, of course, but washed out And look at little Miss Melanie. Thin as a rail anddelicate enough for the wind to blow away and no spirit at all. Not a notion of her own. ‘No,Ma’m!’ ‘Yes, Ma’m!’ That’s all she has to say. You see what I mean? That family needs new blood,fine vigorous blood like my red heads or your Scarlett. Now, don’t misunderstand me. The Wilkesare fine folks in their way, and you know I’m fond of them all, but be frank! They are overbred andinbred too, aren’t they? They’ll do fine on a dry track, a fast track, but mark my words, I don’tbelieve the Wilkes can run on a mud track. I believe the stamina has been bred out of them, andwhen the emergency arises I don’t believe they can run against odds136. Dry-weather stock. Give mea big horse who can run in any weather! And their intermarrying has made them different fromother folks around here. Always fiddling137 with the piano or sticking their heads in a book. I dobelieve Ashley would rather read than hunt! Yes, I honestly believe that, Mr. O’Hara! And just lookat the bones on them. Too slender. They need dams and sires with strength—”
“Ah-ah-hum,” said Gerald, suddenly and guiltily aware that the conversation, a most interestingand entirely138 proper one to him, would seem quite otherwise to Ellen. In fact, he knew she wouldnever recover should she learn that her daughters had been exposed to so frank a conversation. But Mrs. Tarleton was, as usual, deaf to all other ideas when pursuing her favorite topic, breeding,whether it be horses or humans.
“I know what I’m talking about because I had some cousins who married each other and I giveyou my word their children all turned out as popeyed as bullfrogs, poor things. And when myfamily wanted me to marry a second cousin, I bucked139 like a colt. I said, ‘No, Ma. Not for me. Mychildren will all have spavins and heaves.’ Well, Ma fainted when I said that about spavins, but Istood firm and Grandma backed me up. She knew a lot about horse breeding too, you see, and saidI was right. And she helped me run away with Mr. Tarleton. And look at my children! Big andhealthy and not a sickly one or a runt among them, though Boyd is only five feet ten. Now, theWilkes—”
“Not meaning to change the subject, Ma’m,” broke in Gerald hurriedly, for he had noticedCarreen’s bewildered look and the avid140 curiosity on Suellen’s face and feared lest they might askEllen embarrassing questions which would reveal how inadequate74 a chaperon he was. Puss, he wasglad to notice, appeared to be thinking of other matters as a lady should.
Hetty Tarleton rescued him from his predicament.
“Good Heavens, Ma, do let’s get on!” she cried impatiently. “This sun is broiling141 me and I canjust hear freckles49 popping out on my neck.”
“Just a minute, Ma’m, before you go,” said Gerald. “But what have you decided142 to do aboutselling us the horses for the Troop? War may break any day now and the boys want the mattersettled. It’s a Clayton County troop and it’s Clayton County horses we want for them. But you,obstinate creature that you are, are still refusing to sell us your fine beasts.”
“Maybe there won’t be any war,” Mrs. Tarleton temporized143, her mind diverted completely fromthe Wilkeses’ odd marriage habits.
“Why, Ma’m, you can’t—”
“Ma,” Hetty interrupted again, “can’t you and Mr. O’Hara talk about the horses at Twelve Oaksas well as here?”
“That’s just it, Miss Hetty,” said Gerald, “And I won’t be keeping you but one minute by theclock. We’ll be getting to Twelve Oaks in a little bit, and every man there, old and young, wantingto know about the horses. Ah, but it’s breaking me heart to see such a fine pretty lady as yourmother so stingy with her beasts! Now, where’s your patriotism144, Mrs. Tarleton? Does theConfederacy mean nothing to you at all?”
“Ma,” cried small Betsy, “Randa’s sitting on my dress and I’m getting all wrinkled.”
“Well, push Randa off you, Betsy, and hush145. Now, listen to me, Gerald O’Hara,” she retorted,her eyes beginning to snap. “Don’t you go throwing the Confederacy in my face! I reckon theConfederacy means as much to me as it does to you, me with four boys in the Troop and you withnone. But my boys can take care of themselves and my horses can’t. I’d gladly give the horses freeof charge if I knew they were going to be ridden by boys I know, gentlemen used to thoroughbreds.
No, I wouldn’t hesitate a minute. But let my beauties be at the mercy of backwoodsmen andCrackers who are used to riding mules146! No, sir! I’d have nightmares thinking they were being ridden with saddle galls147 and not groomed148 properly. Do you think I’d let ignorant fools ride my tender-mouthed darlings and saw their mouths to pieces and beat them till their spirits were broken? Why,I’ve got goose flesh this minute, just thinking about it! No, Mr. O’Hara, you’re mighty149 nice to wantmy horses, but you’d better go to Atlanta and buy some old plugs for your clodhoppers. They’llnever know the difference.”
“Ma, can’t we please go on?” asked Camilla, joining the impatient chorus. “You know mightywell you’re going to end up giving them your darlings anyhow. When Pa and the boys get throughtalking about the Confederacy needing them and so on, you’ll cry and let them go.”
Mrs. Tarleton grinned and shook the lines.
“I’ll do no such thing,” she said, touching150 the horses lightly with the whip. The carriage went offswiftly.
“That’s a fine woman,” said Gerald, putting on his hat and taking his place beside his owncarriage. “Drive on, Toby. We’ll wear her down and get the horses yet. Of course, she’s right. She’sright. If a man’s not a gentleman, he’s no business on a horse. The infantry151 is the place for him.
But more’s the pity, there’s not enough planters’ sons in this County to make up a full troop. Whatdid you say, Puss?”
“Pa, please ride behind us or in front of us. You kick up such a heap of dust that we’re choking,”
said Scarlett, who felt that she could endure conversation no longer. It distracted her from herthoughts and she was very anxious to arrange both her thoughts and her face in attractive linesbefore reaching Twelve Oaks. Gerald obediently put spurs to his horse and was off in a red cloudafter the Tarleton carriage where he could continue his horsy conversation.
早晨十点。那是暖和的四月天，金色的阳光穿过宽大的窗户上的天蓝色帷帘灿烂地照入思嘉的房间，使那些奶油色墙壁都闪闪发亮，桃花心木家具也泛出葡萄酒一般深红的光辉，地板也像玻璃似的耀眼，让连沿着旧地毯的地方也洒满了灰色光点。
空气里已经有点夏天的感觉，佐治亚初夏的来临了，春季的高潮恋恋不舍地让给比较炎热的气候了。芬芳柔和的暖意已注满房间，它饱含着种种花卉、刚抽枝叶的树木和润温的新翻红土的香味。从窗口思嘉能看到沿着石子车道和两行水仙花和一丛丛像花裙子般纷披满地的黄茉莉在那里竞相怒放，争奇斗妍。模仿鸟和啊鸟为争夺她窗下的一棵山茱萸又打了起来，在那里斗嘴，啊鸟的声音尖锐而昂扬，模仿鸟则娇柔而凄婉。
这般明朗的早晨常常总会把思嘉引到窗口，倚在窗棂上领略塔拉农场的花香鸟语。可是今天早晨她无暇欣赏旭日和蓝天，心头只有一个想法匆匆掠过：“谢谢老天爷，总算没有下雨。"她床上一个匣子里放着一件苹果绿的镶着淡褐色边的纹绸舞衣，折叠得整整嬷嬷。这是准备带到“十二橡树”村去，等舞会开场时穿的，但是思嘉一起见它便不由得耸了耸肩膀。如果她的计划成功，今晚她就用不着穿这件衣裳了。等不到舞会开始，她和艾希礼早就启程到琼斯博罗结婚去了。这是现在的麻烦----她穿什么衣裳参加野宴呢？
什么样的衣裳使她窈窕的身材更显得更为动人和最使艾希礼倾倒呢？从八点钟开始她一直在试衣裳，试一件丢一件，此刻又灰心又恼火，穿着镶边的宽松内裤，紧身布褡和三条波浪式的镶边布衬裙站在那里。那些被她舍弃的衣服成堆地丢在地板上、床上、椅子上，五彩缤纷，一起凌乱。
配有粉红长饰带的那件玫瑰红薄棉布衣裳很合身，可是去年夏天媚兰去“十二橡树”村时已经穿过了，她一定还记得的，也许还会提起呢。那件泡泡袖、花边领的黑羽缎衣裳同她白皙的皮肤十分相称，不过她穿在自上显得老成了一点。
思嘉瞅着她那１６岁的面容，好像生怕看到皱纹和松驰的下巴肉似的。可千万不能在媚兰那娇嫩的姿色前显得稳重和老气呀！那件淡紫色的条纹细棉面的，配上宽宽的镶边和网缘，倒是十分漂亮，可是这对她的身段很不合适。它最好配卡琳那种纤细的身材和淡漠的容貌，可思嘉觉得要是她穿起来便个女学生了。在媚兰那泰然自若的姿态旁边，显得学生气可绝对不行呀！还有一件绿方格丝纹绸的，饰着荷叶边，每条荷叶边都镶入一根绿色鹅绒带子，这是最适合的，事实上是她最中意的一件衣裳，因为它能叫她的眼睛显得黑一点，像绿宝石似的，只可惜紧身上衣的胸口部分有块显而易见的油渍。
当然，她可以把别针别在那上面，但眼尖的媚兰，可能会看出来。如今只剩下几件杂色棉布的了，思嘉觉得这些都不够鲜丽，不适宜在野宴上穿。此外便是些舞衣和她昨天穿过的那件绿衣布衫了。但这件花布衫是下午穿的衣服，不好在上午的野宴上派用场，因为它只有小小的泡袖，领口低得像牛舞衣呢。可是，除了这件外，就再也没有别的好穿了。即使在上午穿这种袒胸露臂的衣服不怎么合适，但她并不怕将自己的脖子、臂膀和胸脯露出来。
站在镜前她扭着身子端详自己的身影，心想实在看不出浑身上下有何值得惋惜之处。她的脖子短，但浑圆可爱；两臂丰腴，也很动人。她的两个乳房被紧身褡撑得隆然突起，非常可爱。她从来不用像大多数１６岁的姑娘们那样，在胸衣的衬里中缝上小排小排的丝棉来使乳房显得更加丰满和曲线分明。她很高兴自己继承了爱伦那纤细白嫩的双手和小巧玲珑的双足，并且希望还能长到爱伦那样的身高，不过目前的高度已叫她很满意了。不能把腿显露出来，多可惜，她想着，一面提起衬裙遗憾地打量宽松内裤里那双丰腴而白净的腿。她天生有这样两条腿呀！甚至连费耶特维尔学院的姑娘们也那样羡慕呢！至于谈到她的腰肢，在费耶特维尔，琼斯博罗，或者所有三个县里，谁也没有她这样纤腰袅袅，令人着迷呢！
想到腰肢，她就又回到实际问题上来了。那件绿花布衫的腰围是１７英寸，但嬷嬷却按照那析羽缎衣服把她的腰身作为１８英寸来束了。嬷嬷本应该她束得更紧紧的。她推开门一听，嬷嬷沉重的脚步声在楼下穿堂里轰轰震响，便连忙高声喊她，因为她知道这时爱伦正在薰腊间给厨子分配当天的食物，即使放声也不碍事。
“有人以为俺会飞呢，"嬷嬷抱怨着爬上楼来。她撅着跟走进屋里，那表情像是巴不得要跟谁打架似的。她那双又大又黑的手里端着个托盘，上面放着热气腾腾的食物，那是两只涂满黄油的大山芋、一摞淌着糖浆的荞麦面饼和一大片泡在肉汤里的火腿。一看见嬷嬷手上的东西，思嘉那颇为恼火的神气便立即变得非要大干一仗不可了。她当时正忙着试衣裳，忘记了嬷嬷的铁硬规矩，即奥哈拉家的女孩子动身去赴宴会之前，必须先在家里把肚子填得满满的，这样她们在宴会上就吃不下什么了。
“我不吃，这没有用。你索性它拿回厨房去吧。"嬷嬷把托盘放到桌上，然后两手叉腰，摆出一副架势。
“你就得吃，前次野宴上发生的那种事俺不想再看见了。
那次俺吃了猪肠子病得厉害，没在你们出发前拿吃的来。今番你可得给俺全吃下去。”“我不要吃嘛！过来，快给我把腰扎得更紧一点，咱们眼看已经晚了。我听见马车都走到前门来了。"嬷嬷的口气像是在哄孩子了。
“那么，思嘉小姐，就吃，听俺的话，一点点吧。卡琳小姐和苏伦小姐可全都吃了。”“她们要吃就吃去，"思嘉不屑地说。"她们像只兔子一点骨片也没有，可我不行！我再也不吃这种打垫的东西了。我没有忘记那次到卡尔弗特家去之前吃了一整盘，谁知他们家有冰淇琳，还是用从萨凡纳带来的冰做的，结果我只吃了一勺，我今天可要好好享受一番，高兴吃多少就吃多少。"听了这番不伦不类的犟话，嬷嬷烦恼得皱紧了眉头。在嬷嬷心目中，一个年轻姑娘该做什么和不该做什么，那是黑白分明的两个方面，中间没有可以通融的余地。苏伦和卡琳是她手中的两团熟泥，任凭她强劲的双手随意搓捏，对于她的告诫也总是侧耳恭听。可是要开导思嘉，指出她那感情用事的做法大都有违上流衬会的风习，那就会引起一场争斗。
嬷嬷对思嘉的每次胜利都是好不容易才赢得的，这中间还得归功于一种白人所不知道的狡狯心计。
“即使你并不在乎人们怎样谈论这个家庭，但俺还在乎呢，"她嘟囔着。"俺不想站在一旁，让宴会上的每个人都说你那么没有家教。俺一次又一次告诉过你，你只要看见某人吃东西像小雀子那样斯斯文文的，你就能断定她是个上等人。
可俺不打算叫你到威尔克斯先生家去，在那儿粗鲁地猛吃猛喝，馋得像只老鹰。”“母亲是上等人，但她照样吃呢。"思嘉表示反对。
“等你嫁了人，你也可以吃，”嬷嬷辩驳说。"爱伦在你这个年龄，从来在外面不吃东西，你波琳姨妈和尤拉莉姨妈也不吃。现在她们都嫁人了。凡是馋嘴的年轻姑娘们，大都找不到男人。”“我就不信。在你生病时举行的那次野宴上，我事先并没有吃东西，艾希礼·威尔克斯还告诉我，看见一个姑娘胃口好他很高兴呢。
嬷嬷不祥地摇着头。
“男人家嘴里说和心里想的是两回事。俺看不出艾希礼先生有多大的意思要娶你。"思嘉顿时皱起眉头，眼看要发作了，但随即克制住自己。
在这一点上打中了她，没有什么好辩驳的了。嬷嬷看见思嘉一脸的不服气，嬷嬷便端起托盘，用一种出自本能的温和而狡狯的方式改变了策略。她边叹息边向门口走去。
“好吧。刚才厨娘装这盘了时俺就跟她说了，'一个女孩子是不是上等人，看她吃什么就知道。'俺又对她说，俺还没有见一个白人小姐比媚兰小姐吃的更少的呢，像她一次去看艾希礼先生----俺的意思是去看英迪亚小姐时那样。"思嘉用十分怀疑的眼光瞪了她一眼，可是嬷嬷那张宽脸上只流露出天真而惋惜的神情，似乎在惋惜思嘉不知媚兰·汉密尔顿那样像个大家闺秀。
“把盘子放下，过来替我把腰扎紧点儿，"思嘉很不耐烦地说。"我想过会儿再吃一点。要是现在就吃，那就扎不紧了。"嬷嬷掩饰着得意之情，立刻放下盘子。
“俺的小宝贝儿打算穿哪一件呀？”
“那件，"思嘉答道，一面指着那团蓬乱的绿布花。这时嬷嬷立即起来反对了。
“你不能穿，不行。那不是早晨的衣服。你不到下午三点不能露出胸口，况且那件衣服既没领，也没袖。你要是穿上，皮肤上就会出斑点，好像生来就这样似的。去年你在萨凡纳海滩上出了那些斑点，俺整个冬天都在用奶油擦呢。如今俺可不想再让你出了。你要穿，俺就告诉你妈去。”“要是你在我穿好衣裳之前去对她说一句半句，我就一口也不吃你的了，”思嘉冷冷地说。"要是我已经穿好了，妈就来不及叫我再回来换呢。"嬷嬷发现自己输在算计上了，只好通融地叹了口气。比较起来，与其让思嘉到野宴上去狼吞虎咽，还不如任凭她在早上穿起下午的衣裳来算了。
“给我紧紧抓住个什么，使劲儿往里吸气，"她命令道。
思嘉照她的吩咐，紧紧抓住一根床柱，站稳了身子。嬷嬷狠狠地使劲拉着，抽着，直到束着鲸须带的小小的腰围收得更小了，她眼睛里才露出骄傲而喜悦的神色。
“谁也没有俺小宝贝儿这样的腰身，"她赞赏地说。"每回俺给苏伦小姐扎到２０英寸以下，她就要晕过去了。”“呸！"思嘉喘着气，同时带着轻蔑的神气说，”我这一辈子可还从未晕过呢。”“唔，偶尔晕那么几回也不碍事，"嬷嬷告诉她。”你有时候太性急了，思嘉小姐。俺几次对你说，你见了蛇和耗子也不晕，那样子并不体面。当然，俺不是说在你家里，而是说在外边大伙面前，俺还跟你说过----”“唔，快！别说这么多废话了。我会抓到男人的。我就是不嚷嚷也不昏倒，看我能不能抓到。天啊，我的胸褡太紧了！
快穿上衣裳吧。”
嬷嬷小心地把那件１２码细纱布做的绿花裙子加在小山似的衬裙上，然后把低领胸衣的后背钩上。
“在太阳底下你要把披巾披在肩上，热了也不要把帽子摘下来，"她吩咐说。”不然，你回家时就果得像老斯莱特里小姐一样黑了。现在来吃罢，亲爱的，可别吃得太急，要是吃了马上吐出来，那可不行埃"思嘉听话地面对托盘坐下来，要是再塞进去一点东西不知自己肚子还能不能呼吸空气。嬷嬷从盥洗架上摘下一条大毛巾，小心地将它的一端系在思嘉脖子上。另一端盖住她的膝头。思嘉从那片火腿开始，因为她喜欢吃火腿，但也只能勉强咽下去。
“我真恨不得早就结婚了，"她反悔似地说，一面厌烦地吃着山芋。"我再也忍受不了这样无休止地的勉强自己，永远不能赁自己高兴做事。在自己很想吃东西时期装得小雀子那样只能吃一点点，真是太腻烦了。在自己想跑时期要慢慢地走，在自己能够连跳两天也不觉得累时期要装得跳完一场华尔兹就晕倒了，这真叫人腻烦透了！我再也不想说'您真了不起呀！'来愚弄那些比我还无知得多的男人；再也不假装自己什么都不懂，让男人们对我讲些什么，而且感到自命不凡……我实在不能再吃了。”“试试吃个热饼，"嬷嬷好像求她似的。
“一个女孩子要找男人为什么就该装得那么傻呀？”“俺想，那是因为他们男人都有自己的主张。他们都知道自己要哪样的人，只要你给了他们想要的东西，你就省掉了一大堆苦恼，也省得一辈子当处女。他们想要的是耗子般的小姑娘，胃口小得像雀子，一点儿见识也没有。要如果一位先生怀疑你比他更有见识，他就不乐意同你这位大家小姐结婚了。”“要是男人们结婚之后发现他们的太太是有见识的，你以为他们会感到惊奇吗？”“是呀，可那就晚了。他们已经结婚了。况且先生们总是提防着他们的老婆会有见识。”“到时候我可偏要照我所想做的去做，说我所想说的话，不管人家怎样不喜欢我。”“不行，你不能这样，”嬷嬷担忧地说。"只要俺还有一口气，就不许你这样。现在吃饼吧。泡着肉汤吃，亲爱的。”“我看北方佬姑娘用不着做这种傻瓜。我们去年在萨拉托加时，我注意到她们有许多人在男人面前也显得很有见识似的。"嬷嬷轻蔑地一笑。
“北方佬姑娘嘛！当然，俺看她们想啥说啥，不过俺没见她们哪几个在萨拉托加人向她们求婚的。”“可是北方佬也得结婚呀，"思嘉争辩说。"她们并非长大就行了。她们也要结婚，生孩子。她们的孩子多着呢。”“是为了钱男人家才娶她们的，"嬷嬷断然说。
思嘉把烤饼放在肉汤里泡了泡，再拿起来吃。也许嬷嬷说的有些道理吧，一定有点道理，因为爱伦也说过同样的话，不过说法不大一样，也更委婉一些。实际上，她那些女友的母亲全都教给自己的女儿必须做那种不能自立的、依恋别人的、小牝兔般怯生生的可怜虫。其实，要养成和保持这个模样，也需要不少的知识。也许她是太鲁莽了。她常见艾希礼争论，坦白地说出自己的意见。她许就是这种态度和她喜欢散步骑马的有益于健康的习惯，使艾希礼害怕同她接近而转向娇弱的媚兰那边去了。也许，要是她变换一下策略----可是她觉得，如果艾希礼意屈服于这种预先策划好的女人手段，她就再也不能像现在这样敬佩他了。任何一个男人，只要他愚蠢到了居然为一个假笑、一次晕倒和一声"你真了不起呀"所诱惑，便是不值得要的人。可是好像他们全都喜欢这一套呢。
如果她以前对艾希礼也采用了这种错误的策略----当然，算
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