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reated by the collapse。 I’m making my fortune out of the wreckage。”
“Then you really think we’re going to get licked？”
“Yes。 Why be an ostrich？”
“Oh； dear； it bores me to talk about such like。 Don’t you ever say pretty things； Captain Butler？”
“Would it please you if I said your eyes were twin goldfish bowls filled to the brim with the clearest green water and that when the fish swim to the top； as they are doing now； you are devilishly charming？”
“Oh； I don’t like that。 。。。 Isn’t the music gorgeous？ Oh； I could waltz forever！ I didn’t know I had missed it so！”
“You are the most beautiful dancer I’ve ever held in my arms。”
“Captain Butler； you must not hold me so tightly。 Everybody is looking。”
“If no one were looking； would you care？”
“Captain Butler； you forget yourself。”
“Not for a minute。 How could I； with you in my arms？ 。。。 What is that tune？ Isn’t it new？”
“Yes。 Isn’t it divine？ It’s something we captured from the Yankees。”
“What’s the name of it？”
“ ‘When This Cruel War Is Over。’ ”
“What are the words？ Sing them to me。”
“Dearest one； do you remember
When we last did meet？
When you told me how you loved me。
Kneeling at my feet？
Oh； how proud you stood before me
In your suit of gray；
When you vowed from me and country
Ne’er to go astray。
Weeping sad and lonely。
Sighs and tears how vain！
When this cruel war is over
Pray that we meet again！”
“Of course； it was ‘suit of blue’ but we changed it to ‘gray。’ 。。。 Oh； you waltz so well； Captain Butler。 Most big men don’t； you know。 And to think it will be years and years before I’ll dance again；”
“It will only be a few minutes。 I’m going to bid you in for the next reel—and the next and the next。”
“Oh； no； I couldn’t！ You mustn’t！ My reputation will be mined。”
“It’s in shreds already； so what does another dance matter？ Maybe I’ll give the other boys a chance after I’ve had five or six； but I must have the last one。”
“Oh； all right。 I know I’m crazy but I don’t care。 I don’t care a bit what anybody says。 I’m so tired of sitting at home。 I’m going to dance and dance—”
“And not wear black？ I loathe funeral crêpe。”
“Oh； I couldn’t take off mourning—Captain Butler； you must not hold me so tightly。 I’ll be mad at you if you do。”
“And you look gorgeous when you are mad。 I’ll squeeze you again—there—just to see if you will really get mad。 You have no idea how charming you were that day at Twelve Oaks when you were mad and throwing things。”
“Oh； please—won’t you forget that？”
“No； it is one of my most priceless memories—a delicately nurtured Southern belle with her Irish up— You are very Irish； you know。”
“Oh； dear； there’s the end of the music and there’s Aunt Pittypat coming out of the back room。 I know Mrs。 Merriwether must have told her。 Oh； for goodness’ sakes； let’s walk over and look out the window。 I don’t want her to catch me now。 Her eyes are as big as saucers。”
CHAPTER X
OVER THE WAFFLES next morning； Pittypat was lachrymose； Melanie was silent and Scarlett defiant。
“I don’t care if they do talk。 I’ll bet I made more money for the hospital than any girl there—more than all the messy old stuff we sold； too。”
“Oh； dear； what does the money matter？” wailed Pittypat； wringing her hands。 “I just couldn’t believe my eyes； and poor Charlie hardly dead a year。 。。。 And that awful Captain Butler； making you so conspicuous； and he’s a terrible； terrible person； Scarlett。 Mrs。 Whiting’s cousin； Mrs。 Coleman； whose husband came from Charleston； told me about him。 He’s the black sheep of a lovely family—oh； how could any of the Butlers ever turn out anything like him？ He isn’t received in Charleston and he has the fastest reputation and there was something about a girl—something so bad Mrs。 Coleman didn’t even know what it was—”
“Oh； I can’t believe he’s that bad；” said Melly gently。 “He seemed a perfect gentleman and when you think how brave he’s been； running the blockade—”
“He isn’t brave；” said Scarlett perversely； pouring half a pitcher of syrup over her waffles。 “He just does it for money。 He told me so。 He doesn’t care anything about the Confederacy and he says we’re going to get licked。 But he dances divinely。”
Her audience was speechless with horror。
“I’m tired of sitting at home and I’m not going to do it any longer。 If they all talked about me about last night； then my reputation is already gone and it won’t matter what else they say。”
It did not occur to her that the idea was Rhett Butler’s。 It came so patly and fitted so well with what she was thinking。
“Oh！ What will your mother say when she hears？ What will she think of me？”
A cold qualm of guilt assailed Scarlett at the thought of Ellen’s consternation； should she ever learn of her daughter’s scandalous conduct。 But she took heart at the thought of the twenty…five miles between Atlanta and Tara。 Miss Pitty certainly wouldn’t tell Ellen。 It would put her in such a bad light as a chaperon。 And if Pitty didn’t tattle； she was safe。
“I think—” said Pitty； “yes； I think I’d better write Henry a letter about it—much as I hate it—but he’s our only male relative； and make him go speak reprovingly to Captain Butler— Oh； dear； if Charlie were only alive— You must never； never speak to that man again； Scarlett。”
Melanie had been sitting quietly； her hands in her lap； her waffles cooling on her plate。 She arose and； coming behind Scarlett； put her arms about her neck。
“Darling；” she said； “don’t you get upset。 I understand and it was a brave thing you did last night and it’s going to help the hospital a lot。 And if anybody dares say one little word about you； I’ll tend to them。 。。。 Aunt Pitty； don’t cry。 It has been hard on Scarlett； not going anywhere。 She’s just a baby。” Her fingers played in Scarlett’s black hair。 “And maybe we’d all be better off if we went out occasionally to parties。 Maybe we’ve been very selfish； staying here with our grief。 War times aren’t like other times。 When I think of all the soldiers in town who are far from home and haven’t any friends to call on at night—and the ones in the hospital who are well enough to be out of bed and not well enough to go back in the army— Why； we have been selfish。 We ought to have three convalescents in our house this minute； like everybody else； and some of the soldiers out to dinner every Sunday。 There； Scarlett； don’t you fret。 People won’t talk when they understand。 We know you loved Charlie。”
Scarlett was far from fretting and Melanie’s soft hands in her hair were irritating。 She wanted to jerk her head away and say “Oh； fiddle…dee…dee！” for the warming memory was still on her of how the Home Guard and the militia and the soldiers from the hospital had fought for her dances last night。 Of all the people in the world； she didn’t want Melly for a defender。 She could defend herself； thank you； and if the old cats wanted to squall—well； she could get along without the old cats。 There were too many nice officers in the world for her to bother