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sed the thought。
“I must run upstairs and smooth my hair；” she told Stuart and Brent； who were trying to get her cornered from the crowd。 “You boys wait for me and don’t run off with any other girl or I’ll be furious。”
She could see that Stuart was going to be difficult to handle today if she flirted with anyone else。 He had been drinking and wore the arrogant looking…for…a…fight expression that she knew from experience meant trouble。 She paused in the hall to speak to friends and to greet India who was emerging from the back of the house； her hair untidy and tiny beads of perspiration on her forehead。 Poor India！ It would be bad enough to have pale hair and eyelashes and a hitting chin that meant a stubborn disposition； without being twenty years old and an old maid in the bargain。 She wondered if India resented very much her taking Stuart away from her。 Lots of people said she was still in love with him； but then you could never tell what a Wilkes was thinking about。 If she did resent it； she never gave any sign of it； treating Scarlett with the same slightly aloof； kindly courtesy she had always shown her。
Scarlett spoke pleasantly to her and started up the wide stairs。 As she did； a shy voice behind her called her name and； turning； she saw Charles Hamilton。 He was a nice…looking boy with a riot of soft brown curls on his white forehead and eyes as deep brown； as clean and as gentle as a collie dog’s。 He was well turned out in mustard…colored trousers and black coat and his pleated shirt was topped by the widest and most fashionable of black cravats。 A faint blush was creeping over his face as she turned； for he was timid with girls。 Like most shy men he greatly admired airy； vivacious； always…at…ease girls like Scarlett。 She had never given him more than perfunctory courtesy before； and so the beaming smile of pleasure with which she greeted him and the two hands outstretched to his almost took his breath away。
“Why Charles Hamilton； you handsome old thing； you！ I’ll bet you came all the way down here from Atlanta just to break my poor heart！”
Charles almost stuttered with excitement； holding her warm little hands in his and looking into the dancing green eyes。 This was the way girls talked to other boys but never to him。 He never knew why but girls always treated him like a younger brother and were very kind； but never bothered to tease him。 He had always wanted girls to flirt end frolic with him as they did with boys much less handsome and less endowed with this world’s goods than he。 But on the few occasions when this had happened he could never think of anything to say and he suffered agonies of embarrassment at his dumbness。 Then he lay awake at night thinking of all the charming gallantries he might have employed； but he rarely got a second chance； for the girls left him alone after a trial or two。
Even with Honey； with whom he had an unspoken understanding of marriage when he came into his property next fall； he was diffident and silent。 At times； he had an ungallant feeling that Honey’s coquetries and proprietary airs were no credit to him； for she was so boy…crazy he imagined she would use them on any man who gave her the opportunity。 Charles was not excited over the prospect of marrying her； for she stirred in him none of the emotions of wild romance that his beloved books had assured him were proper for a lover。 He had always yearned to be loved by some beautiful； dashing creature full of fire and mischief。
And here was Scarlett O’Hara teasing him about breaking her heart！
He tried to think of something to say and couldn’t； and silently he blessed her because she kept up a steady chatter which relieved him of any necessity for conversation。 It was too good to be true。
“Now； you wait right here till I come back； for I want to eat barbecue with you。 And don’t you go off philandering with those other girls； because I’m mighty jealous；” came the incredible words from red lips with a dimple on each side； and briskly black lashes swept demurely over green eyes。
“I won’t；” he finally managed to breathe； never dreaming that she was thinking he looked like a calf waiting for the butcher。
Tapping him lightly on the arm with her folded fan； she turned to start up the stairs and her eyes again fell on the man called Rhett Butler who stood alone a few feet away from Charles。 Evidently he had overheard the whole conversation； for he grinned up at her as maliciously as a tomcat； and again his eyes went over her； in a gaze totally devoid of the deference she was accustomed to。
“God’s nightgown！” said Scarlett to herself in indignation； using Gerald’s favorite oath。 “He looks as if—as if he knew what I looked like without my shimmy；” and； tossing her head； she went up the steps。
In the bedroom where the wraps were laid； she found Cathleen Calvert preening before the mirror and biting her lips to make them look redder。 There were fresh roses in her sash that matched her cheeks； and her cornflower…blue eyes were dancing with excitement。
“Cathleen；” said Scarlett； trying to pull the corsage of her dress higher； “who is that nasty man downstairs named Butler？”
“My dear； don’t you know？” whispered Cathleen excitedly； a weather eye on the next room where Dilcey and the Wilkes girls’ mammy were gossiping。 “I can’t imagine how Mr。 Wilkes must feel having him here； but he was visiting Mr。 Kennedy in Jonesboro—something about buying cotton—and； of course； Mr。 Kennedy had to bring him along with him。 He couldn’t just go off and leave him。”
“What is the matter with him？”
“My dear； he isn’t received！”
“Not really！”
“No。”
Scarlett digested this in silence； for she had never before been under the same roof with anyone who was not received。 It was very exciting。
“What did he do？”
“Oh； Scarlett； he has the most terrible reputation。 His name is Rhett Butler and he’s from Charleston and his folks are some of the nicest people there； but they won’t even speak to him。 Caro Rhett told me about him last summer。 He isn’t any kin to her family； but she knows all about him； everybody does。 He was expelled from West Point。 Imagine！ And for things too bad for Caro to know。 And then there was that business about the girl he didn’t marry。”
“Do tell me！”
“Darling； don’t you know anything？ Caro told me all about it last summer and her mama would die if she thought Caro even knew about it。 Well； this Mr。 Butler took a Charleston girl out buggy riding。 I never did know who she was； but I’ve got my suspicions。 She couldn’t have been very nice or she wouldn’t have gone out with him in the late afternoon without a chaperon。 And； my dear； they stayed out nearly all night and walked home finally； saying the horse had run away and smashed the buggy and they had gotten lost in the woods。 And guess what—”
“I can’t guess。 Tell me；” said Scarlett enthusiastically； hoping for the worst。
“He refused to marry her the next day！”
“Oh；” said Scarlett； her hopes dashed。
“He said he hadn’t—er—done anything to her and he didn’t see why he should marry her。 And； of course； her brother called him out； and Mr。 Butler said he�