THE WAR went on, successfully for the most part, but people had stopped saying “One morevictory and the war is over,” just as they had stopped saying the Yankees were cowards. It wasobvious to all now that the Yankees were far from cowardly and that it would take more than onevictory to conquer them. However, there were the Confederate victories in Tennessee scored byGeneral Morgan and General Forrest and the triumph at the Second Battle of Bull Run hung uplike visible Yankee scalps to gloat over. But there was a heavy price on these scalps. The hospitalsand homes of Atlanta were overflowing1 with the sick and wounded, and more and more womenwere appearing in black. The monotonous2 rows of soldiers’ graves at Oakland Cemetery3 stretchedlonger every day.
Confederate money had dropped alarmingly and the price of food and clothing had risenaccordingly. The commissary was laying such heavy levies4 on foodstuffs5 that the tables of Atlantawere beginning to suffer. White flour was scarce and so expensive that corn bread was universalinstead of biscuits, rolls and waffles. The butcher shops carried almost no beef and very littlemutton, and that mutton cost so much only the rich could afford it. However there was still plentyof hog6 meat, as well as chickens and vegetables.
The Yankee blockade about the Confederate ports had tightened7, and luxuries such as tea,coffee, silks, whalebone stays, colognes, fashion magazines and books were scarce and dear. Eventhe cheapest cotton goods had skyrocketed in price and ladies were regretfully making their olddresses do another season. Looms8 that had gathered dust for years had been brought down fromattics, and there were webs of homespun to be found in nearly every parlor9. Everyone, soldiers,civilians10, women, children and negroes, began to wear homespun. Gray, as the color of theConfederate uniform, practically disappeared and homespun of a butternut shade took its place.
Already the hospitals were worrying about the scarcity11 of quinine, calomel, opium12, chloroformand iodine13. Linen14 and cotton bandages were too precious now to be thrown away when used, andevery lady who nursed at the hospitals brought home baskets of bloody15 strips to be washed andironed and returned for use on other sufferers.
But to Scarlett, newly emerged from the chrysalis of widowhood, all the war meant was a timeof gaiety and excitement. Even the small privations of clothing and food did not annoy her, sohappy was she to be in the world again.
When she thought of the dull times of the past year, with the days going by one very much likeanother, life seemed to have quickened to an incredible speed. Every day dawned as an excitingadventure, a day in which she would meet new men who would ask to call on her, tell her howpretty she was, and how it was a privilege to fight and, perhaps, to die for her. She could and didlove Ashley with the last breath in her body, but that did not prevent her from inveigling17 other meninto asking to marry her.
The ever-present war in the background lent a pleasant informality to social relations, aninformality which older people viewed with alarm. Mothers found strange men calling on their daughters, men who came without letters of introduction and whose antecedents were unknown.
To their horror, mothers found their daughters holding hands with these men. Mrs. Merriwether,who had never kissed her husband until after the wedding ceremony, could scarcely believe hereyes when she caught Maybelle kissing the little Zouave, René Picard, and her consternation19 waseven greater when Maybelle refused to be ashamed. Even the fact that René immediately asked forher hand did not improve matters. Mrs. Merriwether felt that the South was heading for a completemoral collapse20 and frequently said so. Other mothers concurred21 heartily22 with her and blamed it onthe war.
But men who expected to die within a week or a month could not wait a year before they beggedto call a girl by her first name, with “Miss,” of course, preceding it. Nor would they go through theformal and protracted23 courtships which good manners had prescribed before the war. They werelikely to propose in three or four months. And girls who knew very well that a lady always refuseda gentleman the first three times he proposed rushed headlong to accept the first time.
This informality made the war a lot of fun for Scarlett. Except for the messy business of nursingand the bore of bandage rolling, she did not care if the war lasted forever. In fact, she could endurethe hospital with equanimity24 now because it was a perfect happy hunting ground. The helplesswounded succumbed25 to her charms without a struggle. Renew their bandages, wash their faces, patup their pillows and fan them, and they fell in love. Oh, it was Heaven after the last dreary26 year!
Scarlett was back again where she had been before she married Charles and it was as if she hadnever married him, never felt the shock of his death, never borne Wade27. War and marriage andchildbirth had passed over her without touching28 any deep chord within her and she was unchanged.
She had a child but he was cared for so well by the others in the red brick house she could almostforget him. In her mind and heart, she was Scarlett O’Hara again, the belle18 of the County. Herthoughts and activities were the same as they had been in the old days, but the field of heractivities had widened immensely. Careless of the disapproval29 of Aunt Pitty’s friends, she behavedas she had behaved before her marriage, went to parties, danced, went riding with soldiers, flirted,did everything she had done as a girl, except stop wearing mourning. This she knew would be astraw that would break the backs of Pittypat and Melanie. She was as charming a widow as she hadbeen a girl, pleasant when she had her own way, obliging as long as it did not discommode30 her,vain of her looks and her popularity.
She was happy now where a few weeks before she had been miserable31, happy with her beauxand their reassurances32 of her charm, as happy as she could be with Ashley married to Melanie andin danger. But somehow it was easier to bear the thought of Ashley belonging to some one elsewhen he was far away. With the hundreds of miles stretching between Atlanta and Virginia, hesometimes seemed as much hers as Melanie’s.
So the autumn months of 1862 went swiftly by with nursing, dancing, driving and bandagerolling taking up all the time she did not spend brief visits to Tara. These visits were disappointing,forshehadlittleopportunityforthelong(on) quiet talks with her mother to which shelooked forward while in Atlanta, no time to sit by Ellen while she sewed, smelling the faintfragrance of lemon verbena sachet as her skirts rustled33, feeling her soft hands on her cheek in agentle caress34.
Ellen was thin and preoccupied35 now and on her feet from morning until long after the plantationwas asleep. The demands of the Confederate commissary were growing heavier by the month, andhers was the task of making Tara produce. Even Gerald was busy, for the first time in many years,for he could get no overseer to take Jonas Wilkerson’s place and he was riding his own acres. WithEllen too busy for more than a goodnight kiss and Gerald in the fields all day, Scarlett found Taraboring. Even her sisters were taken up with their own concerns. Suellen had now come to an“understanding” with Frank Kennedy and sang “When This Cruel War Is Over” with an archmeaning Scarlett found well-nigh unendurable, and Carreen was too wrapped up in dreams ofBrent Tarleton to be interesting company.
Though Scarlett always went home to Tara with a happy heart, she was never sorry when theinevitable letters came from Pitty and Melanie, begging her to return. Ellen always sighed at thesetimes, saddened by the thought of her oldest daughter and her only grandchild leaving her.
“But I mustn’t be selfish and keep you here when you are needed to nurse in Atlanta,” she said.
“Only—only, my darling, it seems that I never get the time to talk to you and to feel that you aremy own little girl again before you are gone from me.”
“I’m always your little girl,” Scarlett would say and bury her head upon Ellen’s breast, her guiltrising up to accuse her. She did not tell her mother that it was the dancing and the beaux whichdrew her back to Atlanta and not the service of the Confederacy. There were many things she keptfrom her mother these days. But, most of all, she kept secret the fact that Rhett Butler called frequentlyat Aunt Pittypat’s house.
During the months that followed the bazaar37, Rhett called whenever he was in town, takingScarlett riding in his carriage, escorting her to danceables and bazaars38 and waiting outside thehospital to drive her home. She lost her fear of his betraying her secret, but there always lurked39 inthe back of her mind the disquieting40 memory that he had seen her at her worst and knew the truthabout Ashley. It was this knowledge that checked her tongue when he annoyed her. And heannoyed her frequently.
He was in his mid-thirties, older than any beau she had ever had, and she was as helpless as achild to control and handle him as she had handled beaux nearer her own age. He always looked asif nothing had ever surprised him and much had amused him and, when he had gotten her into aspeechless temper, she felt that she amused him more than anything in the world. Frequently sheflared into open wrath41 under his expert baiting, for she had Gerald’s Irish temper along with thedeceptive sweetness of face she had inherited from Ellen. Heretofore she had never bothered tocontrol her temper except in Ellen’s presence. Now it was painful to have to choke back words forfear of his amused grin. If only he would ever lose his temper too, then she would not feel at such adisadvantage.
After tilts42 with him from which she seldom emerged the victor she vowed43 he was impossible,ill-bred and no gentleman and she would have nothing more to do with him. But sooner or later, hereturned to Atlanta, called, presumably on Aunt Pitty, and presented Scarlett, with overdonegallantry, a box of bonbons44 he had brought her from Nassau. Or preempted45 a seat by her at amusicale or claimed her at a dance, and she was usually so amused by his bland46 impudence47 that she laughed and overlooked his past misdeeds until the next occurred.
For all his exasperating48 qualities, she grew to look forward to his calls. There was somethingexciting about him that she could not analyze49, something different from any man she had everknown. There was something breathtaking in the grace of his big body which made his veryentrance into a room like an abrupt50 physical impact, something in the impertinence and blandmockery of his dark eyes that challenged her spirit to subdue51 him.
“It’s almost like I was in love with him!” she thought, bewildered. “But I’m not and I just can’tunderstand it.”
But the exciting feeling persisted. When he came to call, his complete masculinity made AuntPitty’s well-bred and ladylike house seem small, pale and a trifle fusty. Scarlett was not the onlymember of the household who reacted strangely and unwillingly52 to his presence, for her kept AuntPitty in a flutter and a ferment53.
While Pitty knew Ellen would disapprove54 of his calls on her daughter, and knew also that theedict of Charleston banning him from polite society was not one to be lightly disregarded, shecould no more resist his elaborate compliments and hand kissing than a fly can resist a honey pot.
Moreover, he usually brought her some little gift from Nassau which he assured her he hadpurchased especially for her and blockaded in at risk of his life—papers of pins and needles,buttons, spools55 of silk thread and hairpins56. It was almost impossible to obtain these small luxuriesnow—ladies were wearing hand-whittled wooden hairpins and covering acrons with cloth forbuttons—and Pitty lacked the moral stamina57 to refuse them. Besides, she had a childish love ofsurprise packages and could not resist opening his gifts. And, having once opened them, she didnot feel that she could refuse them. Then, having accepted his gifts, she could not summon courageenough to tell him his reputation made it improper58 for him to call on three lone59 women who had nomale protector. Aunt Pitty always felt that she needed a male protector when Rhett Butler was inthe house.
“I don’t know what it is about him,” she would sigh helplessly. “But—well, I think he’d be anice, attractive man if I could just feel that—well, that deep down in his heart he respectedwomen.”
Since the return of her wedding ring, Melanie had felt that Rhett was a gentleman of rarerefinement and delicacy60 and she was shocked at this remark. He was unfailingly courteous61 to her,but she was a little timid with him, largely because she was shy with any man she had not knownfrom childhood. Secretly she was very sorry for him, a feeling which would have amused him hadhe been aware of it. She was certain that some romantic sorrow had blighted62 his life and made himhard and bitter, and she felt that what he needed was the love of a good woman. In all her shelteredlife she had never seen evil and could scarcely credit its existence, and when gossip whisperedthings about Rhett and the girl in Charleston she was shocked and unbelieving. And, instead ofturning her against him, it only made her more timidly gracious toward him because of herindignation at what she fancied was a gross injustice63 done him.
Scarlett silently agreed with Aunt Pitty. She, too, felt that he had no respect for any woman,unless perhaps for Melanie. She still felt unclothed every time his eyes ran up and down her figure.
It was not that he ever said anything. Then she could have scorched64 him with hot words. It was the bold way his eyes looked out of his swarthy face with a displeasing65 air of insolence66, as if allwomen were his property to be enjoyed in his own good time. Only with Melanie was this lookabsent. There was never that cool look of appraisal67, never mockery in his eyes, when he looked atMelanie; and there was an especial note in his voice when he spoke68 to her, courteous, respectful,anxious to be of service.
“I don’t see why you’re so much nicer to her than to me,” said Scarlett petulantly69, one afternoonwhen Melanie and Pitty had retired70 to take their naps and she was alone with him.
For an hour she had watched Rhett hold the yarn71 Melanie was winding72 for knitting, had notedthe blank inscrutable expression when Melanie talked at length and with pride of Ashley and hispromotion. Scarlett knew Rhett had no exalted73 opinion of Ashley and cared nothing at all about thefact that he had been made a major. Yet he made polite replies and murmured the correct thingsabout Ashley’s gallantry.
And if I so much as mention Ashley’s name, she had thought irritably74, he cocks his eyebrow75 upand smiles that nasty, knowing smile!
“I’m much prettier than she is,” she continued, “and I don’t see why you’re nicer to her.”
“Dare I hope that you are jealous?”
“Oh, don’t presume!”
“Another hope crushed. If I am ‘nicer’ to Mrs. Wilkes, it is because she deserves it. She is one ofthe very few kind, sincere and unselfish persons I have ever known. But perhaps you have failed tonote these qualities. And moreover, for all her youth, she is one of the few great ladies I have everbeen privileged to know.”
“Do you mean to say you don’t think I’m a great lady, too?”
“I think we agreed on the occasion of our first meeting that you were no lady at all.”
“Oh, if you are going to be hateful and rude enough to bring that up again! How can you holdthat bit of childish temper against me? That was so long ago and I’ve grown up since then and I’dforget all about it if you weren’t always harping76 and hinting about it.”
“I don’t think it was childish temper and I don’t believe you’ve changed. You are just as capablenow as then of throwing vases if you don’t get your own way. But you usually get your way now.
And so there’s no necessity for broken bric-a-brac.”
“Oh, you are—I wish I was a man! I’d call you out and—”
“And get killed for your pains. I can drill a dime77 at fifty yards. Better stick to your own weapons—dimples, vases and the like.”
“Do you expect me to fly into a rage at that? I am sorry to disappoint you. You can’t make memad by calling me names that are true. Certainly I’m a rascal, and why not? It’s a free country anda man may be a rascal if he chooses. It’s only hypocrites like you, my dear lady, just as black atheart but trying to hide it, who become enraged80 when called by their right names.”
She was helpless before his calm smile and his drawling remarks, for she had never before metanyone who was so completely impregnable. Her weapons of scorn, coldness and abuse blunted inher hands, for nothing she could say would shame him. It had been her experience that the liar81 wasthe hottest to defend his veracity82, the coward his courage, the ill-bred his gentlemanliness, and thecad his honor. But not Rhett. He admitted everything and laughed and dared her to say more.
He came and went during these months, arriving unheralded and leaving without saying good-by. Scarlett never discovered just what business brought him to Atlanta, for few other blockadersfound it necessary to come so far away from the coast. They landed their cargoes84 at Wilmington orCharleston, where they were met by swarms85 of merchants and speculators from all over the Southwho assembled to buy blockaded goods at auction86. It would have pleased her to think that he madethese trips to see her, but even her abnormal vanity refused to believe this. If he had ever oncemade love to her, seemed jealous of the other men who crowded about her, even tried to hold herhand or begged for a picture or a handkerchief to cherish, she would have thought triumphantly87 hehad been caught by her charms. But he remained annoyingly unloverlike and, worst of all, seemedto see through all her maneuverings to bring him to his knees.
Whenever he came to town, there was a feminine fluttering. Not only did the romantic aura ofthe dashing blockader hang about him but there was also the titillating88 element of the wicked andthe forbidden. He had such a bad reputation! And every time the matrons of Atlanta gatheredtogether to gossip, his reputation grew worse, which only made him all the more glamorous89 to theyoung girls. As most of them were quite innocent, they had heard little more than that he was“quite loose with women”—and exactly how a man went about the business of being “loose” theydid not know. They also heard whispers that no girt was safe with him. With such a reputation, itwas strange that he had never so much as kissed the hand of an unmarried girl since he firstappeared in Atlanta. But that only served to make him more mysterious and more exciting.
Outside of the army heroes, he was the most talked-about man in Atlanta. Everyone knew indetail how he had been expelled from West Point for drunkenness and “something about women.”
That terrific scandal concerning the Charleston girl he had compromised and the brother he hadkilled was public property. Correspondence with Charleston friends elicited90 the further informationthat his father, a charming old gentleman with an iron will and a ramrod for a backbone91, had casthim out without a penny when he was twenty and even stricken his name from the family Bible.
After that he had wandered to California in the gold rush of 1849 and thence to South America andCuba, and the reports of his activities in these parts were none too savory92. Scrapes about women,several shootings, gun running to the revolutionists in Central America and, worst of all,professional gambling93 were included in his career, as Atlanta heard it.
There was hardly a family in Georgia who could not own to their sorrow at least one malemember or relative who gambled, losing money, houses, land and slaves. But that was different. Aman could gamble himself to poverty and still be a gentleman, but a professional gambler couldnever be anything but an outcast.
Had it not been for the upset conditions due to the war and his own services to the Confederategovernment, Rhett Butler would never have been received in Atlanta. But now, even the most straitlaced felt that patriotism94 called upon them to be more broad minded. The more sentimental95 wereinclined to view that the black sheep of the Butler family had repented96 of his evil ways and was making an attempt to atone97 for his sins. So the ladies felt in duty bound to stretch a point,especially in the of intrepid98 blockader. Everyone knew now that the fate of the Confederacyrestedasm(case) uchu(so) pontheski(a) ll of the blockade boats in eluding99 the Yankee fleet as itdid upon the soldiers at the front.
Rumor had it that Captain Butler was one of the best pilots in the South and that he was recklessand utterly100 without nerves. Reared in Charleston, he knew every inlet, creek101, shoal and rock of theCarolina coast near that port, and he was equally at home in the waters around Wilmington. He hadnever lost a boat or even been forced to dump a cargo83. At the onset102 of the war, he had emergedfrom obscurity with enough money to buy a small swift boat and now, when blockaded goodsrealized two thousand per cent on each cargo, he owned four boats. He had good pilots and paidthem well, and they slid out of Charleston and Wilmington on dark nights, bearing cotton forNassau, England and Canada. The cotton mills of England were standing36 idle and the workerswere starving, and any blockader who could outwit the Yankee fleet could command his own pricein Liverpool. Rhett’s boats were singularly lucky both in taking out cotton for the Confederacy andbringing in the war materials for which the South was desperate. Yes, the ladies felt they couldforgive and forget a great many things for such a brave man.
He was a dashing figure and one that people turned to look at. He spent money freely, rode awild black stallion, and wore clothes which were always the height of style and tailoring. The latterin itself was enough to attract attention to him, for the uniforms of the soldiers were dingy103 andworn now and the civilians, even when turned out in their best, showed skillful patching anddarning. Scarlett thought she had such elegant pants as he wore, fawn104 colored, shepherd’s plaid, andchecked.As for his w(never) aistco(seen) ats, they were indescribably handsome, especiallythe white watered-silk one with tiny pink rosebuds105 embroidered106 on it. And he wore these garmentswith a still more elegant air as though unaware107 of their glory.
There were few ladies who could resist his charms when he chose to exert them, and finallyeven Mrs. Merriwether unbent and invited him to Sunday dinner.
Maybelle Merriwether was to marry her little Zouave when he got his next furlough, and shecried every time she thought of it, for she had set her heart on marrying in a white satin dress andthere was no white satin in the Confederacy. Nor could she borrow a dress, for the satin weddingdresses of years past had all gone into the making of battle flags. Useless for the patriotic108 Mrs.
Merriwether to upbraid109 her daughter and point out that homespun was the proper bridal attire110 for aConfederate bride. Maybelle wanted satin. She was willing, even proud to go without hairpins andbuttons and nice shoes and candy and tea for the sake of the Cause, but she wanted a satin weddingdress.
Rhett, hearing of this from Melanie, brought in from England yards and yards of gleaming whitesatin and a lace veil and presented them to her as a wedding gift. He did it in such a way that it wasunthinkable to even mention paying him for them, and Maybelle was so delighted she almostkissed him. Mrs. Merriwether knew that so expensive a gift—and a gift of clothing at that—washighly improper, but she could think of no way of refusing when Rhett told her in the most floridlanguage that nothing was too good to deck the bride of one of our brave heroes. So Mrs.
Merriwether invited him to dinner, feeling that this concession111 more than paid for the gift.
He not only brought Maybelle the satin but he was able to give excellent hints on the making ofthe wedding dress. Hoops112 in Paris were wider this season and skirts were shorter. They were nolonger ruffled113 but were gathered up in scalloped festoons, showing braided petticoats beneath. Hesaid, too, that he had seen no pantalets on the streets, so he imagined they were “out.” Afterwards,Mrs. Merriwether told Mrs. Elsing she feared that if she had given him any encouragement at all,he would have told her exactly what kind of drawers were being worn by Parisiennes.
Had he been less obviously masculine, his ability to recall details of dresses, bonnets115 andcoiffures would have been put down as the rankest effeminacy. The ladies always felt a little oddwhen they besieged117 him with questions about styles, but they did it nevertheless. They were asisolated from the world of fashion as shipwrecked mariners118, for few books of fashion camethrough the blockade. For all they knew the ladies of France might be shaving their heads andwearing coonskin caps, so Rhett’s memory for furbelows was an excellent substitute for Godey’sLady’s Book. He could and did notice details so dear to feminine hearts, and after each trip abroadhe could be found in the center of a group of ladies, telling that bonnets were smaller this year andperched higher, covering most of the top of the head, that plumes119 and not flowers were being usedto trim them, that the Empress of France had abandoned the chignon for evening wear and had herhair piled almost on the top of her head, showing all of her ears, and that evening frocks wereshockingly low again.
For some months, he was the most popular and romantic figure the town knew, despite hisprevious reputation, despite the faint rumors120 that he was engaged not only in blockading but inspeculating on foodstuffs, too. People who did not like him said that after every trip he made toAtlanta, prices jumped five dollars. But even with this under-cover gossip seeping121 about, he couldhave retained his popularity had he considered it worth retaining. Instead, it seemed as though,after trying the company of the staid and patriotic citizens and winning their respect and grudgingliking, something perverse122 in him made him go out of his way to affront123 them and show them thathis conduct had been only a masquerade and one which no longer amused him.
It was as though he bore an impersonal124 contempt for everyone and everything in the South, theConfederacy in particular, and toot pains to conceal125 it. It was his remarks about the Confederacythatmade Atlantalookathi(no) m first in bewilderment, then coolly and then with hotrage. Even before 1862 passed into 1863, men were bowing to him with studied frigidity126 andwomen beginning to draw their daughters to their sides when he appeared at a gathering127.
He seemed to take pleasure not only in affronting128 the sincere and red-hot loyalties129 of Atlanta butin presenting himself in the worst possible light. When well-meaning people complimented him onhis bravery in running the blockade, he blandly130 replied that he was always frightened when indanger, as frightened as were the brave boys at the front. Everyone knew there had never been acowardly Confederate soldier and they found this statement peculiarly irritating. He alwaysreferred to the soldiers as “our brave boys” and “our heroes in gray” and did it in such a way as toconvey the utmost in insult. When daring young ladies, hoping for a flirtation131, thanked him forbeing one of the heroes who fought for them, he bowed and declared that such was not the case,for he would do the same thing for Yankee women if the same amount of money were involved.
Since Scarlett’s first meeting with him in Atlanta on the night of the bazaar, he had talked withher in this manner, but now mere132 was a thinly veiled note of mockery in his conversations witheveryone. When praised for his services to the Confederacy, he unfailingly replied that blockadingwas a business with him. If he could make as much money out of government contracts, he wouldsay, picking out with his eyes those who had government contracts, then he would certainlyabandon the hazards of blockading and take to selling shoddy cloth, sanded sugar, spoiled flourand rotten leather to the Confederacy.
Most of his remarks were unanswerable, which made them all the worse. There had alreadybeen minor133 scandals about those holding government contracts. Letters from men at the frontcomplained constantly of shoes that wore out in a week, gunpowder134 that would not ignite, harnessthat snapped at any strain, meat that was rotten and flour that was full of weevils. Atlanta peopletried to think that the men who sold such stuff to the government must be contract holders135 fromAlabama or Virginia or Tennessee, and not Georgians. For did not the Georgia contract holdersinclude men from the very best families? Were they not the first to contribute to the hospital fundsand to the aid of soldiers’ orphans136? Were they not the first to cheer at “Dixie” and the mostrampant seekers, in oratory137 at least, for Yankee blood? The full tide of fury against thoseprofiteering on government contracts had not yet risen, and Rhett’s words were taken merely asevidence of his own bad breeding.
He not only affronted138 the town with insinuations of venality139 on the part of men in high placesand slurs140 on the courage of the men in the field, but he took pleasure in tricking the dignifiedcitizenry into embarrassing situations. He could no more resist pricking141 the conceits142, the hypocrisiesand the flamboyant143 patriotism of those about him than a small boy can resist putting a pininto a balloon. He neatly144 deflated145 the pompous146 and exposed the ignorant and the bigoted147, and hedid it in such subtle ways, drawing his victims out by his seemingly courteous interest, that theynever were quite certain what had happened until they stood exposed as windy, high flown andslightly ridiculous.
During the months when the town accepted him, Scarlett had been under no illusions about him.
She knew that his elaborate gallantries and his florid speeches were all done with his tongue in hischeek. She knew that he was acting148 the part of the dashing and patriotic blockade runner simplybecause it amused him. Sometimes he seemed to her like the County boys with whom she hadgrown up, the wild Tarleton twins with their obsession149 for practical jokes: the devil-inspiredFontaines, teasing, mischievous150; the Calverts who would sit up all night planning hoaxes151. But therewas a difference, for beneath Rhett’s seeming lightness there was something malicious152, almostsinister in its suave153 brutality154.
Though she was thoroughly155 aware of his insincerity, she much preferred him in the r.le of theromantic blockader. For one thing, it made her own situation in associating with him so mucheasier than it had been at first. So, she was intensely annoyed when he dropped his masquerade andset out apparently156 upon a deliberate campaign to alienate157 Atlanta’s good will. It annoyed herbecause it seemed foolish and also because some of the harsh criticism directed at him fell on her.
It was at Mrs. Elsing’s silver musicale for the benefit of the convalescents that Rhett signed hisfinal warrant of ostracism158. That afternoon the Elsing home was crowded with soldiers on leave andmen from the hospitals, members of the Home Guard and the militia159 unit, and matrons, widows and young girls. Every chair in the house was occupied, and even the long winding stair waspacked with guests. The large cut-glass bowl held at the door by the Elsings’ butler had beenemptied twice of its burden of silver coins: That in itself was enough to make the affair a success,for now a dollar in silver was worth sixty dollars in Confederate paper money.
Every girl with any pretense160 to accomplishments161 had sung or played the piano, and the tableauxvivants had been greeted with flattering applause. Scarlett was much pleased with herself, for notonly had she and Melanie rendered a touching duet, “When the Dew Is on the Blossom,” followedas an encore by the more sprightly163 “Oh, Lawd, Ladies, Don’t Mind Stephen!” but she had alsobeen chosen to represent the Spirit of the Confederacy in the last tableau162.
She had looked most fetching, wearing a modestly draped Greek robe of white cheeseclothgirdled with red and blue and holding the Stars and Bars in one hand, while with the other shestretched out to the kneeling Captain Carey Ashburn, of Alabama, the gold-hilted saber which hadbelonged to Charles and his father.
When her tableau was over, she could not help seeking Rhett’s eyes to see if he had appreciatedthe pretty picture she made. With a feeling of exasperation164 she saw that he was in an argument andprobably had not even noticed her. Scarlett could see by the faces of the group surrounding himthat they were infuriated by what he was saying.
She made her way toward them and, in one of those odd silences which sometimes fall on agathering, she heard Willie Guinan, of the militia outfit165, say plainly: “Do I understand, sir, that youmean the Cause for which our heroes have died is not sacred?”
“If you were run over by a railroad train your death wouldn’t sanctify the railroad company,would it?” asked Rhett, and his voice sounded as if he were humbly166 seeking information.
“Sir,” said Willie, his voice shaking, “if we were not under this roof—”
“I tremble to think what would happen,” said Rhett. “For, of course, your bravery is too wellknown.”
Willie went scarlet16 and all conversation ceased. Everyone was embarrassed. Willie was strongand healthy and of military age and yet he wasn’t at the front. Of course, he was the only boy hismother had and, after all, somebody had to be in the militia to protect the state. But there were afew irreverent snickers from convalescent officers when Rhett spoke of bravery.
“Oh, why doesn’t he keep his mouth shut!” thought Scarlett indignantly. “He’s simply spoilingthe whole party!”
Dr. Meade’s brows were thunderous.
“Nothing may be sacred to you, young man,” he said, in the voice he always used when makingspeeches. “But there are many things sacred to the patriotic men and ladies of the South. And thefreedom of our land from the usurper167 is one and States’ Rights is another and—”
Rhett looked lazy and his voice had a silky, almost bored, note.
“All wars are sacred,” he said. “To those who have to fight them. If the people who started warsdidn’t make them sacred, who would be foolish enough to fight? But, no matter what rallying criesthe orators168 give to the idiots who fight, no matter what noble purposes they assign to wars, there is never but one reason for a war. And that is money. All wars are in reality money squabbles. But sofew people ever realize it. Their ears are too full of bugles169 and drums and the fine words from stay-at-home orators. Sometimes the rallying cry is ‘Save the Tomb of Christ from the Heathen!’
Sometimes it’s ‘Down with Popery!’ and sometimes ‘Liberty!’ and sometimes ‘Cotton, Slaveryand States’ Rights!’ ”
“What on earth has the Pope to do with it?” thought Scarlett. “Or Christ’s tomb, either?”
But as she hurried toward the incensed170 group, she saw Rhett bow jauntily171 and start toward thedoorway through the crowd. She started after him but Mrs. Elsing caught her skirt and held her.
“Let him go,” she said in a clear voice that carried throughout the tensely quiet room. “Let himgo. He is a traitor172, a speculator! He is a viper173 that we have nursed to our bosoms174!”
Rhett, standing in the hall, his hat in his hand, heard as he was intended to hear and, turning,surveyed the room for a moment. He looked pointedly176 at Mrs. Elsing’s flat bosom175, grinnedsuddenly and, bowing, made his exit.
Mrs. Merriwether rode home in Aunt Pitty’s carriage, and scarcely had the four ladies seatedthemselves when she exploded.
“There now, Pittypat Hamilton! I hope you are satisfied!”
“With what?” cried Pitty, apprehensively177.
“With the conduct of that wretched Butler man you’ve been harboring.”
Pittypat fluttered, too upset by the accusation178 to recall that Mrs. Merriwether had also beenRhett Butler’s hostess on several occasions. Scarlett and Melanie thought of this, but bred topoliteness to their elders, refrained from remarking on the matter. Instead they studiously lookeddown at their mittened179 hands.
“He insulted us all and the Confederacy too,” said Mrs. Merriwether, and her stout180 bust181 heavedviolently beneath its glittering passementerie trimmings. “Saying that we were fighting for money!
Saying that our leaders had lied to us! He should be put in jail. Yes, he should. I shall speak to Dr.
Meade about it. If Mr. Merriwether were only alive, he’d tend to him! Now, Pitty Hamilton, youlisten to me. You mustn’t ever let that scamp come into your house again!”
“Oh,” mumbled182 Pitty, helplessly, looking if she wished she were dead. She looked appealinglyatthetwo girls who kept their eyes cas(as) t down and then hopefully toward Uncle Peter’serect back. She knew he was listening attentively183 to every word and she hoped he would turn andtake a hand in the conversation, as he frequently did. She hoped he would say: “Now, Miss Dolly,you let Miss Pitty be,” but Peter made no move. He disapproved184 heartily of Rhett Butler and poorPitty knew it. She sighed and said: “Well, Dolly, if you think—”
“I do think,” returned Mrs. Merriwether firmly. “I can’t imagine what possessed185 you to receivehim in the first place. After this afternoon, there won’t be a decent home in town that he’ll bewelcome in. Do get up some gumption186 and forbid him your house.”
She turned a sharp eye on the girls. “I hope you two are marking my words,” she continued, “for it’s partly your fault, being so pleasant to him. Just tell him politely but firmly that his presenceand his disloyal talk are distinctly unwelcome at your house.”
By this time Scarlett was boiling, ready to rear like a horse at the touch of a strange rough handon its bridle187. But she was afraid to speak. She could not risk Mrs. Merriwether writing anotherletter to her mother.
“You old buffalo188!” she thought, her face crimson189 with suppressed fury. “How heavenly it wouldbe to tell you just what I think of you and your bossy190 ways!”
“I never thought to live long enough to hear such disloyal words spoken of our Cause,” went onMrs. Merriwether, by this time in a ferment of righteous anger. “Any man who does not think ourCause is just and holy should be hanged! I don’t want to hear of you two girls ever even speakingto him again— For Heaven’s sake, Melly, what ails114 you?”
Melanie was white and her eyes were enormous.
“I will speak to him again,” she said in a low voice. “I will not be rude to him. I will not forbidhim the house.”
Mrs. Merriwether’s breath went out of her lungs as explosively as though she had been punched.
Aunt Pitty’s fat mouth popped open and Uncle Peter turned to stare.
“Now, why didn’t I have the gumption to say that?” thought Scarlett, jealousy191 mixing withadmiration. “How did that little rabbit ever get up spunk192 enough to stand up to old ladyMerriwether?”
Melanie’s hands were shaking but she went on hurriedly, as though fearing her courage wouldfail her if she delayed.
“I won’t be rude to him because of what he said, because— It was rude of him to say it out loud—most ill advised—but it’s—it’s what Ashley thinks. And I can’t forbid the house to a man whothinks what my husband thinks. It would be unjust.”
Mrs. Merriwether’s breath had come back and she charged.
“Melly Hamilton, I never heard such a lie in all my life! There was never a Wilkes who was acoward—”
“I never said Ashley was a coward,” said Melanie, her eyes beginning to flash. “I said he thinkswhat Captain Butler thinks, only he expresses it in different words. And he doesn’t go aroundsaying it at musicales, I hope. But he has written it to me.”
Scarlett’s guilty conscience stirred as she tried to recall what Ashley might have written thatwould lead Melanie to make such a statement, but most of the letters she had read had gone out ofher head as soon as she finished reading them. She believed Melanie had simply taken leave of hersenses.
“Ashley wrote me that we should not be fighting the Yankees. And that we have been betrayedinto it by statesmen and orators mouthing catchwords and prejudices,” said Melly rapidly. “He saidnothing in the world was worth what this war was going to do to us. He said here wasn’t anythingat all to glory—it was just misery193 and dirt.”
“Oh! That letter,” thought Scarlett. “Was that what he meant?”
“I don’t believe it,” said Mrs. Merriwether firmly. “You misunderstood his meaning.”
“I never misunderstand Ashley,” Melanie replied quietly, though her lips were trembling. “Iunderstand him perfectly194. He meant exactly what Captain Butler meant, only he didn’t say it in arude way.”
“You should be ashamed of yourself, comparing a fine man like Ashley Wilkes to a scoundrellike Captain Butler! I suppose you, too, think the Cause is nothing!”
“I—I don’t know what I think,” Melanie began uncertainly, her fire deserting her and panic ather outspokenness195 taking hold of her. “I—I’d die for the Cause, like Ashley would. But—I mean—I mean, I’ll let the men folks do the thinking, because they are so much smarter.”
“I never heard the like,” snorted Mrs. Merriwether. “Stop, Uncle Peter, you’re driving past myhouse!”
Uncle Peter, preoccupied with the conversation behind him, had driven past the Merriwethercarriage block and he backed up the horse. Mrs. Merriwether alighted, her bonnet116 ribbons shakinglike sails in a storm.
“You’ll be sorry,” she said.
Uncle Peter whipped up the horse.
“You young misses ought ter tek shame, gittin’ Miss Pitty in a state,” he scolded.
“I’m not in a state,” replied Pitty, surprisingly, for less strain than this had frequently brought onfainting fits. “Melly, honey, I knew you were doing it just to take up for me and, really, I was gladto see somebody take Dolly down a peg196. She’s so bossy. How did you have the courage? But doyou think you should have said that about Ashley?”
“But it’s true,” answered Melanie and she began to cry softly. “And I’m not ashamed that hethinks that way. He thinks the war is all wrong but he’s willing to fight and die anyway, and thattakes lots more courage than fighting for something you think is right.”
“Lawd, Miss Melly, doan cry hyah on Peachtree Street,” groaned197 Uncle Peter, hastening hishorse’s pace. “Folks’ll talk sumpin’ scan’lous. Wait till us gits home.”
Scarlett said nothing. She did not even squeeze the hand that Melanie had inserted into her palmfor comfort. She had read Ashley’s letters for only one purpose—to assure herself that he stillloved her. Now Melanie had given a new meaning to passages in the letters which Scarlett’s eyeshad barely seen. It shocked her to realize that anyone as absolutely perfect as Ashley could haveany thought in common with such a reprobate198 as Rhett Butler. She thought: “They both see thetruth of this war, but Ashley is willing to die about it and Rhett isn’t. I think that shows Rhett’sgood sense.” She paused a moment, horror struck that she could have such a thought about Ashley.
“They both see the same unpleasant truth, but Rhett likes to look it in the face and enrage79 peopleby talking about it—and Ashley can hardly bear to face it”
It was very bewildering.
战争继续进行着，大部分是成功的，但是现在人们已不再说"再来一个胜仗就可以结束战争"这样的话了，也不再说北方佬是胆小鬼了。现在大家都明白，北方佬根本不是胆小鬼，而且决不是再打一个胜仗就能把他们打垮的。不过在摩根将军和福雷斯将军指挥下南部联盟军在田纳西州打的胜仗，和第二次布尔溪战役的胜利，是可以作为击溃北军的战利品而加以吹嘘的。虽然，这些胜利都付出了重大的代价。亚特兰大各医院和一些居民家里，伤病员大量拥入，同时有愈来愈多的女人穿上了丧服，奥克兰公墓里那一排排的士兵坟墓也每天都在增加。
南部联盟政府的货币惊人地贬值，生活必需评价格随之急剧上涨。物资供销部门征收的食品税已高到使亚特兰大居民的饮食也开始蒙受损失了。白面极贵又很难买到，因此普遍以玉米面包代替饼干、面包卷和蛋糕。肉店里已几乎不卖牛肉，就连羊肉也很少，而羊肉的价钱又贵得只有阔仆人家才买得起。好在还有充足的猪肉，鸡和蔬菜也不少。
北方佬对南部联盟各州港口已加紧了封锁，因此茶叶、咖啡、丝绸、鲸须衣褡、香水、时装杂志和书籍等奢侈品，就既稀少又很贵了。甚至最便宜的棉织品的价格也在飞涨，以至一般女人都在唉声叹气地改旧翻新，用以对付着换季的衣着，多年以来尘封不动的织布机现在从阁楼上取了下来，几乎家家的客厅里都能见到家织的布匹。几乎每个人，士兵、平民、妇女、小孩和黑人，都穿上了这种家织土布的衣裳，灰色，作为南部联盟军制服的颜色，如今在日常穿着中已经绝迹，而由一种白胡桃色的家织布所替代了。
各个医院已经在为缺乏奎宁、甘汞、鸦片、哥罗仿、碘酒等等而发愁。纱布和棉布绷带现在也很贵重，用后不能丢掉，所以凡是在医院服务的女人都带着一篮篮血污的布条回家，把它们洗净熨平，然后带回医院给别的伤员使用。
但是，对于刚刚从寡妇蛰居中跑出来的思嘉来说，战争只不过是一个愉快和兴奋的时候而已。甚至节衣缩食她也一点不以为苦，只要重新回到这广阔的世界里便心满意足了。
她回想过去一年的沉闷的日子，一天又一天毫无变化地过着，便觉得眼前的生活节奏已大大加快，达到了令人难以置信的速度。每天早晨开始的都是一个新的激动人心的日子，她会遇到一些新的人，他们要求来拜访她，说她多么漂亮，说他们多么希望享有特权为她战斗甚至付出生命。她能够而且的确在爱着艾希礼直到自己生命中的最后一息，可是这并不妨碍她去引诱别的男人来向她求婚。
当前正在继续的战争给了后方人们一个不拘常规的进行社交活动的机会，这使老人们大为吃惊。做母亲的发现陌生男人来拜访女儿，他们既没有介绍信又家世来历不明，更可怕的是她们的女儿竟与这些人手拉手坐在一起！就说梅里韦瑟太太吧，她是直到结婚以后才吻她的丈夫的，现在看见梅贝尔竟在吻那小个子义勇兵雷内·皮卡德了，这叫她怎能相信自己的眼睛呢？特别是当梅贝尔公然表示不觉得羞耻时，她就更加惊恐万状了。即使雷内很快便向她求了婚，也没有缓和这一紧张局面。梅里韦瑟太太觉得南方正在道德上迅速全面地崩溃，并且经常提出这样的警告。其他作母亲的人也衷心赞同她的意见，并将问题归咎于战争。
可是那些说不定在一周或一个月内就会牺牲的男人，是不耐烦等待一年才去要求叫一位姑娘的小名的（当然还得冠以"小姐"的称号）。他们也不会履行战前规定的那种冗长的正式求婚礼节。他们总是在三四个月之内就提出订婚的要求。
至于女孩子们，她们本来很清楚上等人家的姑娘一般要拒绝男方三次，而如今却在头一次就急忙答应了。
这种不正常的状况使思嘉觉得战争还是相当有趣的。除了护理工作肮脏和卷绷带太麻烦以外，她不怕战争永远拖延下去。事实上，她现在对医院里的事情已能镇静地应付了，因为那里还是一个很好很愉快的狩猎场呢。那些无依无靠的伤兵会乖乖地屈服于她的魅力之下。只要给他们换换绷带，洗洗脸，拍打拍打他们的枕头，给他们打打扇子，他们很快就爱上你了。啊，经历了过去一年的暗淡日子，这里就是天堂了！
思嘉又回到了她跟查理尔斯结婚以前所处的地位，还仿佛根本没有嫁给他，根本没有感受过他死亡的打击，根本没有生过韦德似的。战争、结婚和生孩子一点没有触动她内心深处的那根弦就从她身边过去了，她一点也没有改变。她有一个孩子，她简直可以把他忘了。那所红砖房子里其他的人在仔细照料着他，她在思想和感情上又成了原来的思嘉，原来县里的那个美女。她的思想和行为又恢复到往昔那个模样，可是活动的天地却大大扩展了。她不顾皮蒂姑妈和那些朋友们的非议，仍然像结婚以前那样为人行事，如参加宴会啦，跳舞啦，同士兵一起骑马外出啦，彼此调情啦，凡是她在姑娘时期做过的一切现在都做，只差没有脱掉丧服了。她知道脱丧服这件事虽然微不足道，但皮蒂帕特和媚兰是死活不会同意的。而且她当寡妇也像做姑娘时一样迷人，只要对她不加干涉她就照样快乐，只要不使她为难她就乐于助人，而且对自己的姿容和到处招人爱慕也是十分得意的。
在这个几周以前还令人痛苦的地方，如今她感到愉快起来了。
她高兴又有了一些情人，高兴听他们说她仍然这么美丽，这是在艾希礼已经跟媚兰结婚而且正面临危险的情况下她所能享受到的最大愉快。不过在目前，即使想起艾希礼已经属于别人也是比较容易忍受的，因为他毕竟远在他方呢。亚特兰大和弗吉尼亚相距数百英里之遥，他有时好像就是她的，犹如是媚兰的一个样。
１８６２年秋天就这样在护理、跳舞、坐马车和卷绷带中飞快地过去了，连回塔拉小住几回也没有花多少日子。在塔拉的小住是令人失望的，因为很少有机会像在亚特兰大所希望的那样跟母亲清静地长谈，也没有时间陪着她做针线活儿，闻闻她走动时从马鞭草香囊中散发出的隐隐香味，或者让她的温柔的手在自己脸颊上轻轻抚摩一番。
好像有满腔的心事，母亲瘦了，而且从清早开始，一直要到全农场的人都入睡以后许久才得休息，南部联盟物资供销部的需求一月比一月高，她的任务便是设法让塔拉农场拼命生产。连杰拉尔德也不得闲，这是多年以来头一次，因为他找不到一个监工来代替乔纳斯·威尔克森的工作，每天都得亲自骑马到田里去来回巡视。既然母亲忙碌得每天只能道一声晚安，父亲又整天在大田里，思嘉便觉得塔拉这地方已无法待下去。甚至她的两个妹妹也各有心事，不得清闲。苏伦现在同弗兰克·肯尼迪达到了某种"默契"，并以一种思嘉觉得几乎难以忍受的寓意在唱起《到这场残酷战争结束时》来了。还有卡琳，她太迷恋布伦特·塔尔顿了，也不能陪伴思嘉或给她带来什么乐趣。
尽管思嘉每回都是怀着愉快的心情到塔拉老家去的，但她收到皮蒂和媚兰不可避免地催她回来的信时，也并不觉得难过。倒是母亲在这种时候，想到她的长女和惟一的外孙即将离开她，总要长吁短叹，默默地伤心一番。
“但是我不能只顾自己把你留在这里，既然那边需要你在亚特兰大参加护理工作。”母亲说。"只是----只是，亲爱的，我总觉得还没有来得及跟你好好谈谈，没有好好地重新叙一叙母女之情，而你很快就走了。”“我永远是你的小女孩，”思嘉总是这样说，一面把头紧靠在母亲胸口，内心深感歉疚。她没有告诉母亲，她急于回到亚特兰大去不是要为南部联盟服务，而是因为在那里可以跳舞，还有许多情人。近来她向母亲隐瞒了许多事情，其中最重要的是瑞德·巴特勒经常到皮蒂帕特姑妈家来这件事。
在义卖会之后几个月里，瑞德每次进城都要来拜访皮蒂帕特姑妈家，然后带着思嘉一起坐马车外出，陪她去参加跳舞会和义卖会，并在医院外面等着把她送回家去。她也不再担心他会泄露她的秘密了，不过在意识深处仍潜藏着一个不安的记忆，即他目睹过她那件最丢人的事，知道她和艾希礼之间的真正关系。正是由于这个缘故，他每次跟她过不去时，她都不说什么。可是他却时常跟她过不去。
他已经三十五六岁了，比她曾经有过的任何情人都大，所以她在他跟前简直是个毫无办法的孩子，不能像对待那些年龄与她相近的情人那样来对待和支配他。他总是显得若无其事，仿佛世界上没有什么令人惊奇之处反而十分好玩似的；因此她即使被气得闷声不响了，也觉得自己给他带来了莫大的乐趣。她在他的巧妙引逗下往往会勃然大怒，因为她兼有父亲的爱尔兰人品性和从母亲那里继承来的略带狡黠的面容。在这以前，她是从来不控制自己的感情的，除非在母亲跟前，可如今为了避免他那得意的咧嘴冷笑，使不得不忍痛把已到嘴边的话也憋了回去。她恨不得他也发起脾气来，那时她就不会有处于这种不利地位的感觉了。
她几乎每次跟他斗嘴都没有占到便宜，事后总是狠狠地说这个人不行，不是上等人，没有教养，她再也不同他交往了。可是或迟或早，他又回到了亚特兰大，又假装来拜访皮蒂姑妈，以过分的殷勤送给思嘉一盒从纳索带来的糖果，或是在社交性的音乐会上抢先占一个思嘉身旁的座位，或者在舞会上紧盯着她，而她对他这种殷勤的厚脸皮态度照样感到高兴，总是笑呵呵的，宽恕了他过去的冒失，直到下一次再发生为止。
尽管他的有些品性叫人很恼火，她还是更加盼望他来拜访了。他身上有一种她无法理解而令人兴奋的东西，一种与她所认识的每个人都不一样的东西。他那魁伟俊美的身躯不乏惊人之处，因此只要他走进屋来就让你觉得突然受到肉体的冲击，同时那双黑眼睛流露着卤莽无礼和暗暗嘲笑的神色，这给思嘉以精神上的挑战，激起她下决心要把他降服。
“这几乎像是我已经爱上他了！"她心中暗想，有点莫名其妙。"不过，只是不明白究竟是怎么回事，我并没有。"可是那种兴奋的感觉依然存在，他每一次来看她们，他那全副的男性刚强之气总要使得皮蒂姑妈的这个富有教养的上等人家显得既狭小又暗淡，而且还有点迂腐味儿。思嘉并不是这个家庭中唯一对他产生奇异而非情愿反应的人，因为连皮蒂姑妈也被他逗得心慌意乱了。
皮蒂明明知道爱伦不会赞成巴特勒来看她的女儿，也知道查尔斯顿上流社会对他的排斥是一件不容忽视的事，可是她已抵制不住他那精心设计的恭维和殷勤，就像一只苍蝇经不起蜜糖缸的引诱那样。加之，他往往送给她一两件从纳索带来的小礼品，口称这是他冒着生命危险专门为她跑封锁线买来的----这些礼物无非是别针、织针、钮扣、丝线、发夹之类。不过，这种小小奢侈品现在也是很不容易得到手，以致妇女们只好戴手工做的木制卡，用布包橡子当钮扣，而皮蒂又缺乏道德上的毅力，只好接受巴特勒的馈赠了。此外，她还有一种孩子般的嗜好，喜欢新颖的包装，一看见这些礼品便忍不住要打开来看看，既然打开了又怎好再退还呢？于是，收下礼品之后，她就再也鼓不起勇气来说什么由于名声上的关系，他不适宜常来拜访这三位没有男性保护的单身妇女了。
的确这是不难想见的，只要瑞德·巴特勒在屋子里，皮蒂姑妈便觉得自己需要一位男性保护人。
“我不明白他究竟是怎么回事，"她时常无可奈何地叹息。
“可是----说真的，我觉得他很可能是个令人感到亲切的好人，如果只凭感觉来说的话----嗯，他在内心深处是尊重妇女的。"媚兰自从收到那只退回来的结婚戒指以后，便觉得瑞德·巴特勒是个难得那么文雅而精细的上等人，现在听皮蒂这样评论，还不免感到震惊呢。他一向对她很有礼貌，可是她在他面前总有点怯生生的，这主要是因为她跟每一个不是从小就认识的男人在一起时都会感到羞涩的缘故。她还暗暗地为他非常难过，这一点要是巴特勒知道了定会高兴的。她深信一定有某种罗曼蒂克的伤心事把他的生活给毁了，才使他变得这样强硬而苛刻，而他目前最需要的是一个好女人的爱。
她一向生活在深闺之中，从没见过会过什么恶人恶事，也很难相信它们是存在的，因此当她听到人们悄悄议论瑞德的那个女孩子在查尔斯顿发生的事情时，便大为震惊和难以相信。
所以，她不仅没有对他产生恶感，反而更加暗暗地同情他，觉得他蒙受了重大的冤屈，为之愤愤不平。
思嘉默默地同意皮蒂姑妈的看法，她也觉得巴特勒不尊重女人，只有对媚兰或许是例外。每当他的眼光从上到下打量着她的身躯时，她总觉得自己像没穿衣服似的，这倒并不是他说了什么。她是可以狠狠地教训他几句的，如果他说出来。可恶的是他那双眼睛从一张黝黑的脸上讨厌和肆无忌惮地向你瞧着时那副模样，仿佛所有的女人都不过是他自己高兴时享用的财产罢了。这副模样只有跟媚兰在一起时才不会出现。他望着媚兰时脸上从没有过的那种冷冷的起神态，眼睛里从没有嘲讽意味；她对媚兰说话时，声音也显得特别客气，尊敬，好像很愿意为她效劳似的。
“我不明白你为什么对媚兰比对我好得多，"有天下午思嘉不耐烦地对他说，她单独跟他在一起，当时媚兰和皮蒂睡午觉去了。
原来刚才有一个小时之久，她一直望着他手里拿着媚兰正在绾卷准备编织的那团毛线，也一直在注意媚兰详细而自豪地谈起艾希礼和他的晋升时那副又呆板又叫人看不透的表情。思嘉知道瑞德对艾希礼没有什么太高的评价，而且毫不关心他最近当上了少校的这件事。可是他却很有礼貌地在应酬媚兰，并喃喃地说了一些赞许艾希礼英勇的应酬话。
思嘉烦恼地想：要是我，只要一提起艾希礼的名字，他就会竖起眉毛讨厌地笑起来了！
“我比她漂亮得多，"她继续说道：“就是不理解你为什么偏偏对她更好一些。”“我敢说你是在妒忌吧？”“啊，别胡猜！”“你又使我失望了，如果说我对威尔克斯太太好一些，那是因为她值得这样。她是我生气很少见过的一个温厚、亲切而不自私的人。不过你或许没有注意到她的这些品性。而且，尽管她还年轻，她都是我有幸结识过的很少几位伟大女性之一呢。”“那么你是说你不认为我也是一位伟大女性喽？”“在我们头一次遇见时，我想，我们就彼此同意你根本不是个上等女人了。”“啊，看你再敢那么可恨，那么放肆地提起这件事来！你怎能凭那点小孩子偏偏就说我的坏话呢？而且那是许久以前的事了，如今我已经长大，要是你不经常提起来说个不休，我就压根儿把它忘记了。”“我并不认为那是小孩子脾气，也不相信你已经改了。只要你一不如意，即使今天，你还会像当时那样摔花瓶的。不过你现在大体上是称心惬意的，所以用不着摔那些小古董了。”“啊，你这----我真恨不得自己是个男人！那样我就要把你叫出去，把你----”“把我宰了，以消你心头之恨。可是我能在五十玛之外打中一个银币呢。最好还是抓住你自己的武器----酒窝呀，花瓶呀，等等，”“你简直是个流氓！”“你是想用这种辱骂来激怒我吗？我只能叫你失望。很遗憾，单凭一些符合实际的谩骂是不能让我生气的。我的确是个流氓，又怎能不是呢？在这个自由国家，只要自己高兴，人人都可以当流氓嘛。像你这样的人，亲爱的女士，明明心地是黑的却偏要掩盖它，而且一听到别人这样骂，你就大发雷霆，那才是伪君子呢。"在他冷静的微笑和慢条斯理的批评面前，她实在毫无办法，因为她以前从没碰到过这样难以对付的人，她的武器诸如蔑视、冷漠、谩骂，等等，现在都不好使用了，因为无论她怎么说都不能让他感到羞耻，根据
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