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“Fond of me？”
“Well；” she said fretfully； “if I said I was madly in love with you； I’d be lying and what’s more； you’d know it。”
“Sometimes I think you carry your truth telling too far； my pet。 Don’t you think； even if it was a lie； that it would be appropriate for you to say ‘I love you； Rhett；’ even if you didn’t mean it？”
What was he driving at； she wondered； becoming more confused。 He looked so queer； eager； hurt； mocking。 He took his hands from her and shoved them deep in his trousers pockets and she saw him ball his fists。
“If it costs me a husband； I’ll tell the truth；” she thought grimly； her blood up as always when he baited her。
“Rhett； it would be a lie； and why should we go through all that foolishness？ I’m fond of you； like I said。 You know how it is。 You told me once that you didn’t love me but that we had a lot in common。 Both rascals； was the way you—”
“Oh； God！” be whispered rapidly； turning his head away。 “To be taken in my own trap！”
“What did you say？”
“Nothing；” and he looked at her and laughed； but it was not a pleasant laugh； “Name the day； my dear；” and he laughed again and bent and kissed her hands。 She was relieved to see his mood pass and good humor apparently return； so she smiled too。
He played with her hand for a moment and grinned up at her。
“Did you ever in your novel reading come across the old situation of the disinterested wife falling in love with her own husband？”
“You know I don’t read novels；” she said and； trying to equal his jesting mood； went on： “Besides； you once said it was the height of bad form for husbands and wives to love each other。”
“I once said too God damn many things；” he retorted abruptly and rose to his feet。
“Don’t swear。”
“You’ll have to get used to it and learn to swear too。 You’ll have to get used to all my bad habits。 That’ll be part of the price of being—fond of me and getting your pretty paws on my money。”
“Well； don’t fly off the handle so； because I didn’t lie and make you feel conceited。 You aren’t in love with me； are you？ Why should I be in love with you？”
“No； my dear； I’m not in love with you； no more than you are with me； and if I were； you would be the last person I’d ever tell。 God help the man who ever really loves you。 You’d break his heart； my darling； cruel； destructive little cat who is so careless and confident she doesn’t even trouble to sheathe her claws。”
He jerked her to her feet and kissed her again； but this time his lips were different for he seemed not to care if he hurt her—seemed to want to hurt her； to insult her。 His lips slid down to her throat and finally he pressed them against the taffeta over her breast； so hard and so long that his breath burnt to her skin。 Her hands struggled up； pushing him away in outraged modesty。
“You mustn’t！ How dare you！”
“Your heart’s going like a rabbit’s；” he said mockingly。 “All too fast for mere fondness I would think； if I were conceited。 Smooth your ruffled feathers。 You are just putting on these virginal airs。 Tell me what I shall bring you from England。 A ring？ What kind would you like？”
She wavered momentarily between interest in his last words and a feminine desire to prolong the scene with anger and indignation。
“Oh—a diamond ring—and Rhett； do buy a great big one。”
“So you can flaunt it before your poverty…stricken friends and say ‘See what I caught！’ Very well； you shall have a big one； one so big that your less…fortunate friends can comfort themselves by whispering that it’s really vulgar to wear such large stones。”
He abruptly started off across the room and she followed him； bewildered； to the closed doors。
“What is the matter？ Where are you going？”
‘To my rooms to finish packing。”
“Oh； but—”
“But； what？”
“Nothing。 I hope you have a nice trip。”
“Thank you。”
He opened the door and walked into the hall。 Scarlett trailed after him； somewhat at a loss； a trifle disappointed as at an unexpected anticlimax。 He slipped on his coat and picked up his gloves and hat。
“I’ll write you。 Let me know if you change your mind。”
“Aren’t you—”
“Well？” He seemed impatient to be off。
“Aren’t you going to kiss me good…by？” she whispered； mindful of the ears of the house。
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough kissing for one evening？” he retorted and grinned down at her。 “To think of a modest； well…brought…up young woman— Well； I told you it would be fun； didn’t I？”
“Oh； you are impossible！” she cried in wrath； not caring if Mammy did hear。 “And I don’t care if you never come back。”
She turned and flounced toward the stairs； expecting to feel his warm hand on her arm； stopping her。 But he only pulled open the front door and a cold draft swept in。
“But I will come back；” he said and went out； leaving her on the bottom step looking at the closed door。
The ring Rhett brought back from England was large indeed； so large it embarrassed Scarlett to wear it。 She loved gaudy and expensive jewelry but she had an uneasy feeling that everyone was saying； with perfect truth； that this ring was vulgar。 The central stone was a four…carat diamond and； surrounding it； were a number of emeralds。 It reached to the knuckle of her finger and gave her hand the appearance of being weighted down。 Scarlett had a suspicion that Rhett had gone to great pains to have the ring made up and； for pure meanness； had ordered it made as ostentatious as possible。
Until Rhett was back in Atlanta and the ring on her finger she told no one； not even her family； of her intentions； and when she did announce her engagement a storm of bitter gossip broke out。 Since the Klan affair Rhett and Scarlett had been； with the exception of the Yankees and Carpetbaggers； the town’s most unpopular citizens。 Everyone had disapproved of Scarlett since the far…away day when she abandoned the weeds worn for Charlie Hamilton。 Their disapproval had grown stronger because of her unwomanly conduct in the matter of the mills； her immodesty in showing herself when she was pregnant and so many other things。 But when she brought about the death of Frank and Tommy and jeopardized the lives of a dozen other men； their dislike flamed into public condemnation。
As for Rhett； he had enjoyed the town’s hatred since his speculations during the war and he had not further endeared himself to his fellow citizens by his alliances with the Republicans since then。 But； oddly enough； the fact that he had saved the lives of some of Atlanta’s most prominent men was what aroused the hottest hate of Atlanta’s ladies。
It was not that they regretted their men were still alive。 It was that they bitterly resented owing the men’s lives to such a man as Rhett and to such an embarrassing trick。 For months they had writhed under Yankee laughter and scorn； and the ladies felt and said that if Rhett really had the good of the Klan at heart he would have managed the affair in a more seemly fashion。 They said he had deliberately dragged in Belle Watling to put the nice people of the town in a disgraceful position。 And so he deserved neither thanks for rescuing the