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ing in； she could take no interest in it and was sharp and cross with the clerks。 Johnnie Gallegher’s mill was thriving and the lumber yard selling all his supply easily； but nothing Johnnie did or said pleased her。 Johnnie； as Irish as she； finally erupted into rage at her naggings and threatened to quit； after a long tirade which ended with “and the back of both me hands to you； Ma’m； and the curse of Cromwell on you。” She had to appease him with the most abject of apologies。
She never went to Ashley’s mill。 Nor did she go to the lumber…yard office when she thought he would be there。 She knew he was avoiding her； knew that her constant presence in his house； at Melanie’s inescapable invitations； was a torment to him。 They never spoke alone and she was desperate to question him。 She wanted to know whether he now hated her and exactly what he had told Melanie； but he held her at arm’s length and silently pleaded with her not to speak。 The sight of his face； old； haggard with remorse； added to her load； and the fact that his mill lost money every week was an extra irritant which she could not voice。
His helplessness in the face of the present situation irked her。 She did not know what he could do to better matters but she felt that he should do something。 Rhett would have done something。 Rhett always did something； even if it was the wrong thing； and she unwillingly respected him for it。
Now that her first rage at Rhett and his insults had passed； she began to miss him and she missed him more and more as days went by without news of him。 Out of the welter of rapture and anger and heartbreak and hurt pride that he had left； depression emerged to sit upon her shoulder like a carrion crow。 She missed him； missed his light flippant touch in anecdotes that made her shout with laughter； his sardonic grin that reduced troubles to their proper proportions； missed even his jeers that stung her to angry retort。 Most of all she missed having him to tell things to。 Rhett was so satisfactory in that respect She could recount shamelessly and with pride how she had skinned people out of their eyeteeth and he would applaud。 And if she even mentioned such things to other people they were shocked。
She was lonely without him and Bonnie。 She missed the child more than she had thought possible。 Remembering the last harsh words Rhett had hurled at her about Wade and Ella； she tried to fill in some of her empty hours with them。 But it was no use。 Rhett’s words and the children’s reactions opened her eyes to a startling； a galling truth。 During the babyhood of each child she had been too busy； too worried with money matters； too sharp and easily vexed； to win their confidence or affection。 And now； it was either too late or she did not have the patience or the wisdom to penetrate their small secretive hearts。
Ella！ It annoyed Scarlett to realize that Ella was a silly child but she undoubtedly was。 She couldn’t keep her little mind on one subject any longer than a bud could stay on one twig and even when Scarlett tried to tell her stories； Ella went off at childish tangents； interrupting with questions about matters that had nothing to do with the story and forgetting what she had asked long before Scarlett could get the explanation out of her mouth。 And as for Wade—perhaps Rhett was right Perhaps he was afraid of her。 That was odd and it hurt her。 Why should her own boy； her only boy； be afraid of her？ When she tried to draw him out in talk； he looked at her with Charles’ soft brown eyes and squirmed and twisted his feet in embarrassment。 But with Melanie； he bubbled over with talk and brought from his pocket everything from fishing worms to old strings to show her。
Melanie had a way with brats。 There was no getting around it。 Her own little Beau was the best behaved and most lovable child in Atlanta。 Scarlett got on better with him than she did with her own son because little Beau had no self…consciousness where grown people were concerned and climbed on her knee； uninvited； whenever he saw her。 What a beautiful blond boy he was； just like Ashley！ Now if only Wade were like Beau— Of course； the reason Melanie could do so much with him was that she had only one child and she hadn’t had to worry and work as Scarlett had。 At least Scarlett tried to excuse herself that way but honesty forced her to admit that Melanie loved children and would have welcomed a dozen。 And the overbrimming affection she had was poured out on Wade and the neighbors’ broods。
Scarlett would never forget the shock of the day she drove by Melanie’s house to pick up Wade and heard； as she came up the front walk； the sound of her son’s voice raised in a very fair imitation of the Rebel Yell—Wade who was always as still as a mouse at home。 And manfully seconding Wade’s yell was the shrill piping of Beau。 When she had walked into the sitting room she had found the two charging at the sofa with wooden swords。 They had hushed abashed as she entered and Melanie had arisen； laughing and clutching at hairpins and flying curls from where she was crouching behind the sofa。
“It’s Gettysburg；” she explained。 “And I’m the Yankees and I’ve gotten the worst of it。 This is General Lee；” pointing to Beau； “and this is General Pickett；” putting an arm about Wade’s shoulder。
Yes； Melanie had a way with children that Scarlett could never fathom。
“At least；” she thought； “Bonnie loves me and likes to play with me。” But honesty forced her to admit that Bonnie infinitely preferred Rhett to her。 And perhaps she would never see Bonnie again。 For all she knew； Rhett might be in Persia or Egypt and intending to stay there forever。
When Dr。 Meade told her she was pregnant； she was astounded； for she had been expecting a diagnosis of biliousness and over…wrought nerves。 Then her mind fled back to that wild night and her face went crimson at the memory。 So a child was coming from those moments of high rapture—even if the memory of the rapture was dimmed by what followed。 And for the first time she was glad that she was going to have a child。 If it were only a boy！ A fine boy； not a spiritless little creature like Wade。 How she would care for him！ Now that she had the leisure to devote to a baby and the money to smooth his path； how happy she would be！ She had an impulse to write to Rhett in care of his mother in Charleston and tell him。 Good Heavens； he must come home now！ Suppose he stayed away till after the baby was born！ She could never explain that！ But if she wrote him he’d think she wanted him to come home and he would be amused。 And he mustn’t ever think she wanted him or needed him。
She was very glad she had stifled this impulse when her first news of Rhett came in a letter from Aunt Pauline in Charleston where； it seemed； Rhett was visiting his mother。 What a relief to know he was still in the United States； even if Aunt Pauline’s letter was infuriating。 Rhett had brought Bonnie to see her and Aunt Eulalie and the letter was full of praise。
“Such a little beauty！ When she grows up she will certainly be a belle。 But I suppose you know that any man who courts her will have a tussle with Captain Butler； for I never saw such a devote