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“Do you still want to tell me to go to hell？”
“Well； not as often as I used to。”
“Do it whenever you like； if it makes you happy。”
“It doesn’t make me especially happy；” said Scarlett and； bending； she kissed him carelessly。 His dark eyes flickered quickly over her face； hunting for something in her eyes which he did not find； and he laughed shortly。
“Forget about Atlanta。 Forget about the old cats。 I brought you to New Orleans to have fun and I intend that you shall have it。”
Part Five
CHAPTER XLVIII
SHE DID HAVE FUN； more fun than she had had since the spring before the war。 New Orleans was such a strange； glamorous place and Scarlett enjoyed it with the headlong pleasure of a pardoned life prisoner。 The Carpetbaggers were looting the town； many honest folk were driven from their homes and did not know where to look for their next meal； and a negro sat in the lieutenant governor’s chair。 But the New Orleans Rhett showed her was the gayest place she had ever seen。 The people she met seemed to have all the money they wanted and no cares at all。 Rhett introduced her to dozens of women； pretty women in bright gowns； women who had soft hands that showed no signs of hard work； women who laughed at everything and never talked of stupid serious things or hard times。 And the men she met—how thrilling they were！ And how different from Atlanta men—and how they fought to dance with her； and paid her the most extravagant compliments as though she were a young belle。
These men had the same hard reckless look Rhett wore。 Their eyes were always alert； like men who have lived too long with danger to be ever quite careless。 They seemed to have no pasts or futures； and they politely discouraged Scarlett when； to make conversation； she asked what or where they were before they came to New Orleans。 That； in itself； was strange； for in Atlanta every respectable newcomer hastened to present his credentials； to tell proudly of his home and family； to trace the tortuous mazes of relationship that stretched over the entire South。
But these men were a taciturn lot； picking their words carefully。 Sometimes when Rhett was alone with them and Scarlett in the next room； she heard laughter and caught fragments of conversation that meant nothing to her； scraps of words； puzzling names—Cuba and Nassau in the blockade days； the gold rush and claim jumping； gun running and filibustering； Nicaragua and William Walker and how he died against a wall at Truxillo。 Once her sudden entrance abruptly terminated a conversation about what had happened to the members of Quantrill’s band of guerillas； and she caught the names of Frank and Jesse James。
But they were all well mannered； beautifully tailored； and they evidently admired her； so it mattered little to Scarlett that they chose to live utterly in the present。 What really mattered was that they were Rhett’s friends and had large houses and fine carriages； and they took her and Rhett driving； invited them to suppers； gave parties in their honor。 And Scarlett liked them very well。 Rhett was amused when she told him so。
“I thought you would；” he said and laughed。
“Why not？” her suspicions aroused as always by his laughter。
“They’re all second…raters； black sheep； rascals。 They’re all adventurers or Carpetbag aristocrats。 They all made their money speculating in food like your loving husband or out of dubious government contracts or in shady ways that won’t bear investigation。”
“I don’t believe it You’re teasing。 They’re the nicest people 。。。”
“The nicest people in town are starving；” said Rhett。 “And living politely in hovels； and I doubt if I’d be received in those hovels。 You see； my dear； I was engaged in some of my nefarious schemes here during the war and these people have devilish long memories！ Scarlett； you are a constant joy to me。 You unerringly manage to pick the wrong people and the wrong things。”
“But they are your friends！”
“Oh； but I like rascals。 My early youth was spent as a gambler on a river boat and I can understand people like that。 But I’m not blind to what they are。 Whereas you”— he laughed again—“you have no instinct about people； no discrimination between the cheap and the great。 Sometimes； I think that the only great ladies you’ve ever associated with were your mother and Miss Melly and neither seems to have made any impression on you。”
“Melly！ Why she’s as plain as an old shoe and her clothes always look tacky and she never has two words to say for herself！”
“Spare me your jealousy； Madam。 Beauty doesn’t make a lady； nor clothes a great lady！”
“Oh； don’t they！ Just you wait； Rhett Butler； and I’ll show you。 Now that I’ve—we’ve got money； I’m going to be the greatest lady you ever saw！”
“I shall wait with interest；” he said。
More exciting than the people she met were the frocks Rhett bought her； superintending the choice of colors； materials and designs himself。 Hoops were out now； and the new styles were charming with the skirts pulled back from the front and draped over bustles； and on the bustles were wreaths of Sowers and bows and cascades of lace。 She thought of the modest hoops of the war years and she felt a little embarrassed at these new skirts which undeniably outlined her abdomen。 And the darling little bonnets that were not really bonnets at all； but flat little affairs worn over one eye and laden with fruits and flowers； dancing plumes and fluttering ribbons！ （If only Rhett had not been so silly and burned the false curls she bought to augment her knot of Indian…straight hair that peeked from the rear of these little hats！） And the delicate convent…made underwear！ How lovely it was and how many sets she had！ Chemises and nightgowns and petticoats of the finest linen trimmed with dainty embroidery and infinitesimal tucks。 And the satin slippers Rhett bought her！ They had heels three inches high and huge glittering paste buckles on them。 And silk stockings； a dozen pairs and not a one had cotton tops！ What riches！
She recklessly bought gifts for the family。 A furry St。 Bernard puppy for Wade； who had always longed for one； a Persian kitten for Beau； a coral bracelet for little Ella； a heavy necklace with moonstone pendants for Aunt Pitty； a complete set of Shakespeare for Melanie and Ashley； an elaborate livery for Uncle Peter； including a high silk coachman’s hat with a brush upon it； dress lengths for Dilcey and Cookie； expensive gifts for everyone at Tara。
“But what have you bought for Mammy？” questioned Rhett； looking over the pile of gifts spread out on the bed in their hotel room； and removing the puppy and kitten to the dressing room。
“Not a thing。 She was hateful。 Why should I bring her a present when she called us mules？”
“Why should you so resent hearing the truth； my pet？ You must bring Mammy a present It would break her heart if you didn’t—and hearts like hers are too valuable to be broken。”
“I won’t take her a thing。 She doesn’t deserve it。”
Then I’ll buy her one。 I remember my mammy always said that when she went to Heaven she wanted a taffeta petticoat so stiff that it would stand by itself and so rustly tha