rs and spread the story。 The Yankee ladies were charmed with it all and laughed until tears ran down their faces。 This was Southern chivalry and gallantry for you！ Maybe those women who carried their heads so high and snubbed all attempts at friendliness wouldn’t be so uppity； now that everyone knew where their husbands spent their time when they were supposed to be at political meetings。 Political meetings！ Well； that was funny！
But even as they laughed； they expressed regret for Scarlett and her tragedy。 After all； Scarlett was a lady and one of the few ladies in Atlanta who were nice to Yankees。 She had already won their sympathy by the fact that she had to work because her husband couldn’t or wouldn’t support her properly。 Even though her husband was a sorry one； it was dreadful that the poor thing should discover he had been untrue to her。 And it was doubly dreadful that his death should occur simultaneously with the discovery of his infidelity。 After all； a poor husband was better than no husband at all； and the Yankee ladies decided they’d be extra nice to Scarlett But the others； Mrs。 Meade； Mrs。 Merriwether； Mrs。 Elsing； Tommy Wellburn’s widow and most of all； Mrs。 Ashley Wilkes； they’d laugh in their faces every time they saw them。 That would teach them a little courtesy。
Much of the whispering that went on in the dark rooms on the north side of town that night was on this same subject。 Atlanta ladies vehemently told their husbands that they did not care a rap what the Yankees thought。 But inwardly they felt that running an Indian gantlet would be infinitely preferable to suffering the ordeal of Yankee grins and not being able to tell the truth about their husbands。
Dr。 Meade； beside himself with outraged dignity at the position into which Rhett had jockeyed him and the others； told Mrs。 Meade that； but for the fact that it would implicate the others； he would rather confess and be hanged than say he had been at Belle’s house。
“It is an insult to you； Mrs。 Meade；” he fumed。
“But everyone will know you weren’t there for—for—”
“The Yankees won’t know。 They’ll have to believe it if we save our necks。 And they’ll laugh。 The very thought that anyone will believe it and laugh infuriates me。 And it insults you because—my dear； I have always been faithful to you。”
“I know that；” and in the darkness Mrs。 Meade smiled and slipped a thin hand into the doctor’s。 “But I’d rather it were really true than have one hair of your head in danger。”
“Mrs。 Meade； do you know what you are saying？” cried the doctor； aghast at the unsuspected realism of his wife。”
“Yes； I know。 I’ve lost Darcy and I’ve lost Phil and you are all I have and； rather than lose you； I’d have you take up your permanent abode at that place。”
“You are distrait！ You cannot know what you are saying。”
“You old fool；” said Mrs。 Meade tenderly and laid her head against his sleeve。
Dr。 Meade fumed into silence and stroked her cheek and then exploded again。 “And to be under obligation to that Butler man！ Hanging would be easy compared to that。 No； not even if I owe him my life； can I be polite to him。 His insolence is monumental and his shamelessness about his profiteering makes me boil。 To owe my life to a man who never went in the army—”
“Melly said he enlisted after Atlanta fell。”
“It’s a lie。 Miss Melly will believe any plausible scoundrel。 And what I can’t understand is why he is doing all this—going to all this trouble。 I hate to say it but—well； there’s always been talk about him and Mrs。 Kennedy。 I’ve seen them coming in from rides together too often this last year。 He must have done it because of her。”
“If it was because of Scarlett； he wouldn’t have lifted his hand。 He’d have been glad to see Frank Kennedy hanged。 I think it’s because of Melly—”
“Mrs。 Meade； you can’t be insinuating that there’s ever been anything between those two！”
“Oh； don’t be silly！ But she’s always been unaccountably fond of him ever since he tried to get Ashley exchanged during the war。 And I must say this for him； he never smiles in that nasty…nice way when he’s with her。 He’s just as pleasant and thoughtful as can be—really a different man。 You can tell by the way he acts with Melly that he could be decent if he wanted to。 Now； my idea of why he’s doing all this is—” She paused。 “Doctor； you won’t like my idea。”
“I don’t like anything about this whole affair！”
“Well； I think he did it partly for Melly’s sake but mostly because he thought it would be a huge joke on us all。 We’ve hated him so much and showed it so plainly and now he’s got us in a fix where all of you have your choice of saying you were at that Watling woman’s house and shaming yourself and wives before the Yankees—or telling the truth and getting hanged。 And he knows we’ll all be under obligation to him and his—mistress and that we’d almost rather be hanged than be obliged to them。 Oh； I’ll wager he’s enjoying it。”
The doctor groaned。 “He did look amused when he took us upstairs in that place。”
“Doctor；” Mrs。 Meade hesitated； “what did it look like？”
“What are you saying； Mrs。 Meade？”
“Her house。 What did it look like？ Are there cut…glass chandeliers？ And red plush curtains and dozens of full…length gilt mirrors？ And were the girls—were they unclothed？”
“Good God！” cried the doctor； thunderstruck； for it had never occurred to him that the curiosity of a chaste woman concerning her unchaste sisters was so devouring。 “How can you ask such immodest questions？ You are not yourself。 I will mix you a sedative。”
“I don’t want a sedative。 I want to know。 Oh； dear； this is my only chance to know what a bad house looks like and now you are mean enough not to tell me！”
“I noticed nothing。 I assure you I was too embarrassed at finding myself in such a place to take note of my surroundings；” said the doctor formally； more upset at this unsuspected revelation of his wife’s character than he had been by all the previous events of the evening。 “If you will excuse me now； I will try to get some sleep。”
“Well； go to sleep then；” she answered； disappointment in her tones。 Then as the doctor leaned over to remove his boots； her voice spoke from the darkness with renewed cheerfulness。 “I imagine Dolly has gotten it all out of old man Merriwether and she can tell me about it。”
“Good Heavens； Mrs。 Meade！ Do you mean to tell me that nice women talk about such things among them—”
“Oh； go to bed；” said Mrs。 Meade。
It sleeted the next day； but as the wintry twilight drew on the icy particles stopped falling and a cold wind blew。 Wrapped in her cloak； Melanie went bewilderedly down her front walk behind a strange negro coachman； who had summoned her mysteriously to a closed carriage waiting in front of the house。 As she came up to the carriage the door was opened and she saw a woman in the dim ulterior。
Leaning closer； peering inside； Melanie questioned： “Who is it？ Won’t you come in the house？ It’s so cold—”
“Please come in here and set with me a minute； Miz Wilkes；” came a faintly familiar voice； an embarrassed voice from the depths of the carriage。
“Oh； you’re Miss—Mrs。—Watling！” cried Melanie。 “I did so want to see you！ You must come in the house。”
“I can’t do that； Miz Wilkes。” Belle Watling’s voice sounded scandalized。 “You come in here and set a minute with me。”
Melanie entered the carriage and the coachman closed the door behind her。 She sat down beside Belle and reached for her hand。
“How can I ever thank you enough for what you did today！ How can any of us thank you enough！”
“Miz Wilkes； you hadn’t ought of sent me that note this mornin’。 Not that I wasn’t proud to have a note from you but the Yankees might of got it。 And as for sayin’ you was goin’ to call on me to thank me—why； Miz Wilkes； you must of lost your mind！ The very idea！ I come up here as soon as ‘twas dark to tell you you mustn’t think of any sech thing。 Why； I—why； you—it wouldn’t be fittin’ at all。”
“It wouldn’t be fitting for me to call and thank a kind woman who saved my husband’s life？”
“Oh； shucks； Miz Wilkes！ You know what I mean！”
Melanie was silent for a moment； embarrassed by the implication。 Somehow this handsome； sedately dressed woman sitting in the darkness of the carriage didn’t look and talk as she imagined a bad woman； the Madam of a House； should look and talk。 She sounded like—well； a little common and countrified but nice and warm hearted。
“You were wonderful before the provost marshal today； Mrs。 Watling！ You and the other—your—the young ladies certainly saved our men’s lives。”
“Mr。 Wilkes was the wonderful one。 I don’t know how he even stood up and told his story； much less look as cool as he done。 He was sure bleedin’ like a pig when I seen him last night。 Is he goin’ to be all right； Miz Wilkes？”
“Yes； thank you。 The doctor says it’s just a flesh wound； though he did lose a tremendous lot of blood。 This morning he was—well； he was pretty well laced with brandy or he’d never have had the strength to go through with it all so well。 But it was you； Mrs。 Watling； who saved them。 When you got mad and talked about the broken mirrors you sounded so—so convincing。”
“Thank you； Ma’m。 But I—I thought Captain Butler done mighty fine too；” said Belle； shy pride in her voice。
“Oh； he was wonderful！” cried Melanie warmly。 “The Yankees couldn’t help but believe his testimony。 He was so smart about the whole affair。 I can never thank him enough—or you either！ How good and kind you are！”
“Thank you kindly； Miz Wilkes。 It was a pleasure to do it I—I hope it ain’t goin’ to embarrass you none； me sayin’ Mr。 Wilkes come regular to my place。 He never； you know—”
“Yes； I know。 No； it doesn’t embarrass me at all。 I’m just so grateful to you。”
“I’ll bet the other ladies ain’t grateful to me；” said Belle with sudden venom。 “And I’ll bet they ain’t grateful to Captain Butler neither。 I’ll bet they’ll hate him just this much more。 I’ll bet you’ll be the only lady who even says thanks to me。 I’ll bet they won’t even look me in the eye when th