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t so stiff that it would stand by itself and so rustly that the Lord God would think it was made of angels’ wings。 I’ll buy Mammy some red taffeta and have an elegant petticoat made。”
“She won’t take it from you。 She’d die rather than wear it。”
“I don’t doubt it But I’ll make the gesture just the same。”
The shops of New Orleans were so rich and exciting and shopping with Rhett was an adventure。 Dining with him was an adventure too； and one more thrilling than shopping； for he knew what to order and how it should be cooked。 The wines and liqueurs and champagnes of New Orleans were new and exhilarating to her； acquainted with only homemade blackberry and scuppernong vintages and Aunt Pitty’s “swoon” brandy； but oh； the food Rhett ordered！ Best of all things in New Orleans was the food。 Remembering the bitter hungry days at Tara and her more recent penury； Scarlett felt that she could never eat enough of these rich dishes。 Gumboes and shrimp Creole； doves in wine and oysters in crumbly patties full of creamy sauce； mushrooms and sweetbreads and turkey livers； fish baked cunningly in oiled paper and limes。 Her appetite never dulled； for whenever she remembered the everlasting goobers and dried peas and sweet potatoes at Tara； she felt an urge to gorge herself anew of Creole dishes。
“You eat as though each meal were your last；” said Rhett。 “Don’t scrape the plate； Scarlett。 I’m sure there’s more in the kitchen。 You have only to ask the waiter。 If you don’t stop being such a glutton； you’ll be as fat as the Cuban ladies and then I shall divorce you。”
But she only put out her tongue at him and ordered another pastry； thick with chocolate and stuffed with meringue。
What fun it was to be able to spend as much money as you liked and not count pennies and feel that you should save them to pay taxes or buy mules。 What fun to be with people who were gay and rich and not genteelly poor like Atlanta people。 What fun to wear rustling brocade dresses that showed your waist and all your neck and arms and more than a little of your breast and know that men were admiring you。 And what fun to eat all you wanted without having censorious people say you weren’t ladylike。 And what fun to drink all the champagne you pleased。 The first time she drank too much； she was embarrassed when she awoke the next…morning with a splitting headache and an awful memory of singing “Bonnie Blue Flag” all the way back to the hotel； through the streets of New Orleans； in an open carriage。 She had never seen a lady even tipsy； and the only drunken woman she had ever seen had been that Watling creature on the day when Atlanta fell。 She hardly knew how to face Rhett； so great was her humiliation； but the affair seemed only to amuse him。 Everything she did seemed to amuse him； as though she were a gamboling kitten。
It was exciting to go out with him for he was so handsome。 Somehow she had never given his looks a thought before； and in Atlanta everyone had been too preoccupied with his shortcomings ever to talk about his appearance。 But here in New Orleans she could see how the eyes of other women followed him and how they fluttered when he bent over their hands。 The realization that other women were attracted by her husband； and perhaps envied her； made her suddenly proud to be seen by his side。
“Why； we’re a handsome people；” thought Scarlett with pleasure。
Yes； as Rhett had prophesied； marriage could be a lot of fun。 Not only was it fun but she was learning many things。 That was odd in itself； because Scarlett had thought life could teach her no more。 Now she felt like a child； every day on the brink of a new discovery。
First； she learned that marriage with Rhett was a far different matter from marriage with either Charles or Frank。 They had respected her and been afraid of her temper。 They had begged for favors and if it pleased her； she had bestowed them。 Rhett did not fear her and； she often thought； did not respect her very much either。 What he wanted to do； he did； and if she did not like it； he laughed at her。 She did not love him but he was undoubtedly an exciting person to live with。 The most exciting thing about him was that even in his outbursts of passion which were flavored sometimes with cruelty； sometimes with irritating amusement； he seemed always to be holding himself under restraint； always riding his emotions with a curb bit。
“I guess that’s because he isn’t really in love with me；” she thought and was content enough with the state of affairs。 “I should hate for him to ever turn completely loose in any way。” But still the thought of the possibility teased her curiosity in an exciting way。
Living with Rhett； she learned many new things about him； and she had thought she knew him so well。 She learned that his voice could be as silky as a cat’s fur one moment and crisp and crackling with oaths the next。 He could tell； with apparent sincerity and approval； stories of courage and honor and virtue and love in the odd places he had been； and follow them with ribald stories of coldest cynicism。 She knew no man should tell such stories to his wife but they were entertaining and they appealed to something coarse and earthy in her。 He could be an ardent； almost a tender； lover for a brief while； and almost immediately a mocking devil who ripped the lid from her gunpowder temper； fired it and enjoyed the explosion。 She learned that his compliments were always two edged and his tenderest expressions open to suspicion。 In fact； in those two weeks in New Orleans； she learned everything about him except what he really was。
Some mornings he dismissed the maid and brought her the breakfast tray himself and fed her as though she were a child； took the hairbrush from her hand and brushed her long dark hair until it snapped and crackled。 Yet other mornings she was torn rudely out of deep slumber when he snatched all the bed covers from her and tickled her bare feet。 Sometimes he listened with dignified interest to details of her businesses； nodding approval at her sagacity； and at other times he called her somewhat dubious tradings scavenging； highway robbery and extortion。 He took her to plays and annoyed her by whispering that God probably didn’t approve of such amusements； and to churches and； sotto voice； retailed funny obscenities and then reproved her for laughing。 He encouraged her to speak her mind； to be flippant and daring。 She picked up from him the gift of stinging words and sardonic phrases and learned to relish using them for the power they gave her over other people。 But she did not possess his sense of humor which tempered his malice； nor his smile that jeered at himself even while he was jeering others。
He made her play and she had almost forgotten how。 Life had been so serious and so bitter。 He knew how to play and swept her along with him。 But he never played like a boy； he was a man and no matter what he did； she could never forget it。 She could not look down on him from the heights of womanly superiority； smiling as women have always smiled at the antics of men who are boys at heart。
This annoyed her a little； whenever she thought of it。 It would be pleasant to feel superior t