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ally guilty； it wouldn’t be so bad！ But now！ Now！ When I went to his arms as a friend—
But no one would believe that。 She wouldn’t have a single friend to take her part； not a single voice would be raised to say： “I don’t believe she was doing anything wrong。” She had outraged old friends too long to find a champion among them now。 Her new friends； suffering in silence under her insolences； would welcome a chance to blackguard her。 No； everybody would believe anything about her； though they might regret that so fine a man as Ashley Wilkes was mixed up in so dirty an affair。 As usual they would cast the blame upon the woman and shrug at the man’s guilt。 And in this case they would be right。 She had gone into his arms。
Oh； she could stand the cuts； the slights； the covert smiles； anything the town might say； if she had to stand them—but not Melanie！ Oh； not Melanie！ She did not know why she should mind Melanie knowing； more than anyone else。 She was too frightened and weighed down by a sense of past guilt to try to understand it。 But she burst into tears at the thought of what would be in Melanie’s eyes when India told her that she had caught Ashley fondling Scarlett。 And what would Melanie do when she knew？ Leave Ashley？ What else could she do； with any dignity？ And what will Ashley and I do then？ she thought frenziedly； the tears streaming down her face。 Oh； Ashley will die of shame and hate me for bringing this on him。 Suddenly her tears stopped short as a deadly fear went through her heart。 What of Rhett？ What would he do？
Perhaps he’d never know。 What was that old saying； that cynical saying？ “The husband is always the last to find out。” Perhaps no one would tell him。 It would take a brave man to break such news to Rhett； for Rhett had the reputation for shooting first and asking questions afterwards。 Please； God； don’t let anybody be brave enough to tell him！ But she remembered the face of Archie in the lumber office； the cold； pale eye； remorseless； full of hate for her and all women。 Archie feared neither God nor man and he hated loose women。 He had hated them enough to kill one。 And he had said he would tell Rhett。 And he’d tell him in spite of all Ashley could do to dissuade him。 Unless Ashley killed him； Archie would tell Rhett； feeling it his Christian duty。
She pulled off her clothes and lay down on the bed； her mind whirling round and round。 If she could only lock her door and stay in this safe place forever and ever and never see anyone again。 Perhaps Rhett wouldn’t find out tonight。 She’d say she had a headache and didn’t feel like going to the reception。 By morning she would have thought up some excuse to offer； some defense that might hold water。
“I won’t think of it now；” she said desperately； burying her face in the pillow。 “I won’t think of it now。 I’ll think of it later when I can stand it。”
She heard the servants come back as night fell and it seemed to her that they were very silent as they moved about preparing supper。 Or was it her guilty conscience？ Mammy came to the door and knocked but Scarlett sent her away； saying she did not want any supper。 Time passed and finally she heard Rhett coming up the steps。 She held herself tensely as he reached the upper hall； gathered all her strength for a meeting but he passed into his room。 She breathed easier。 He hadn’t heard。 Thank God； he still respected her icy request that he never put foot in her bedroom again； for if he saw her now； her face would give her away。 She must gather herself together enough to tell him that she felt too ill to go to the reception。 Well； there was time enough for her to calm herself。 Or was there time？ Since the awful moment that afternoon； life had seemed timeless。 She heard Rhett moving about in his room for a long time； speaking occasionally to Pork。 Still she could not find courage to call to him。 She lay still on the bed in the darkness； shaking。
After a long time； he knocked on her door and she said； trying to control her voice： “Come in。”
“Am I actually being invited into the sanctuary？” he questioned； opening the door。 It was dark and she could not see his face。 Nor could she make anything of his voice。 He entered and closed the door。
“Are you ready for the reception？”
“I’m so sorry but I have a headache。” How odd that her voice sounded natural！ Thank God for the dark！ “I don’t believe I’ll go。 You go； Rhett； and give Melanie my regrets。”
There was a long pause and he spoke drawlingly； bitingly in the dark。
“What a white livered； cowardly little bitch you are。”
He knew！ She lay shaking； unable to speak。 She heard him fumble in the dark； strike a match and the room sprang into light。 He walked over to the bed and looked down at her。 She saw that he was in evening clothes。
“Get up；” he said and there was nothing in his voice。 “We are going to the reception。 You will have to hurry。”
“Oh； Rhett； I can’t。 You see—”
“I can see。 Get up。”
“Rhett； did Archie dare—”
“Archie dared。 A very brave man； Archie。”
“You should have killed him for telling lies—”
“I have a strange way of not killing people who tell the truth。 There’s no time to argue now。 Get up。”
She sat up； hugging her wrapper close to her； her eyes searching his face。 It was dark and impassive。
“I won’t go； Rhett I can’t until this—misunderstanding is cleared up。”
“If you don’t show your face tonight； you’ll never be able to show it in this town as long as you live。 And while I may endure a trollop for a wife； I won’t endure a coward。 You are going tonight； even if everyone； from Alex Stephens down； cuts you and Mrs。 Wilkes asks us to leave the house。”
“Rhett； let me explain。”
“I don’t want to hear。 There isn’t time。 Get on your clothes。”
“They misunderstood—India and Mrs。 Elsing and Archie。 And they hate me so。 India hates me so much that she’d even tell lies about her own brother to make me appear in a bad light。 If you’ll only let me explain—”
Oh； Mother of God； she thought in agony； suppose he says： “Pray do explain！” What can I say？ How can I explain？
“They’ll have told everybody lies。 I can’t go tonight。”
“You will go；” he said； “if I have to drag you by the neck and plant my boot on your ever so charming bottom every step of the way。”
There was a cold glitter in his eyes as he jerked her to her feet He picked up her stays and threw them at her。
“Put them on。 I’ll lace you。 Oh yes； I know all about lacing。 No； I won’t call Mammy to help you and have you lock the door and skulk here like the coward you are。”
“I’m not a coward；” she cried； stung out of her fear。
“Oh； spare me your saga about shooting Yankees and facing Sherman’s army。 You’re a coward—among other things。 If not for your own sake； you are going tonight for Bonnie’s sake。 How could you further ruin her chances？ Put on your stays； quick。”
Hastily she slipped off her wrapper and stood clad only in her chemise。 If only he would look at her and see how nice she looked in her chemise； perhaps that frightening look would leave his face。 After all； he hadn’t seen her in her chemise for ever and ever so long。 But