“And what must I do with it？” he questioned with a smile； noting that her eyes were no longer wide with fright。
“Why—why buy property at Five Points。 I’ll bet you could buy all of Five Points with the money you have。”
“Thank you； but I wouldn’t have Five Points。 Now that the Carpetbagger government has really gotten control of Georgia； there’s no telling what may happen； I wouldn’t put anything beyond the swarm of buzzards that’s swooping down on Georgia now from north； east； south and west。 I’m playing along with them； you understand； as a good Scalawag should do； but I don’t trust them。 And I’m not putting my money in real estate。 I prefer bonds。 You can hide them。 You can’t hide real estate very easily。”
“Do you think—” she began； paling as she thought of the mills and store。
“I don’t know。 But don’t look so frightened； Scarlett。 Our charming new governor is a good friend of mine。 It’s just that times are too uncertain now and I don’t want much of my money tied up in real estate。”
He shifted her to one knee and； leaning back； reached for a cigar and lit it。 She sat with her bare feet dangling； watching the play of muscles on his brown chest； her terrors forgotten。
“And while we are on the subject of real estate； Scarlett；” he said； “I am going to build a house。 You might have bullied Frank into living in Miss Pitty’s house； but not me。 I don’t believe I could bear her vaporings three times a day and； moreover； I believe Uncle Peter would assassinate me before he would let me live under the sacred Hamilton roof。 Miss Pitty can get Miss India Wilkes to stay with her and keep the bogyman away。 When we get back to Atlanta we are going to stay in the bridal suite of the National Hotel until our house is finished。 Before we left Atlanta I was dickering for that big lot on Peachtree； the one near the Leyden house。 You know the one I mean？”
“Oh； Rhett； how lovely！ I do so want a house of my own。 A great big one！”
“Then at last we are agreed on something。 What about a white stucco with wrought…iron work like these Creole houses here？”
“Oh； no； Rhett。 Not anything old fashioned like these New Orleans houses。 I know just what I want。 It’s the newest thing because I saw a picture of it in—let me see—it was in that Harper’s Weekly I was looking at。 It was modeled after a Swiss chalet。”
“A Swiss what？”
“A chalet。”
“Spell it。”
She complied。
“Oh；” he said and stroked his mustache。
“It was lovely。 It had a high mansard roof with a picket fence on top and a tower made of fancy shingles at each end。 And the towers had windows with red and blue glass in them。 It was so stylish looking。”
“I suppose it had jigsaw work on the porch banisters？”
“Yes。”
“And a fringe of wooden scrollwork hanging from the roof of the porch？”
“Yes。 You must have seen one like it。”
“I have—but not in Switzerland。 The Swiss are a very intelligent race and keenly alive to architectural beauty。 Do you really want a house like that？”
“Oh； yes！”
“I had hoped that association with me might Improve your taste。 Why not a Creole house or a Colonial with six white columns？”
“I tell you I don’t want anything tacky and old…fashioned looking。 And inside let’s have red wall paper and red velvet portieres over all the folding doors and oh； lots of expensive walnut furniture and grand thick carpets and—oh； Rhett； everybody will be pea green when they see our house！”
“It is very necessary that everyone shall be envious？ Well； if you like they shall be green。 But Scarlett； has it occurred to you that it’s hardly in good taste to furnish the house on so lavish a scale when everyone is so poor？”
“I want it that way；” she said obstinately。 “I want to make everybody who’s been mean to me feel bad。 And we’ll give big receptions that’ll make the whole town wish they hadn’t said such nasty things。”
“But who will come to our receptions？”
“Why； everybody； of course。”
“I doubt it。 The Old Guard dies but it never surrenders。”
“Oh； Rhett； how you run on！ If you’ve got money； people always like you。”
“Not Southerners。 It’s harder for speculators’ money to get into the best parlors than for the camel to go through the needle’s eye。 And as for Scalawags—that’s you and me； my pet—we’ll be lucky if we aren’t spit upon。 But if you’d like to try； I’ll back you； my dear； and I’m sure I shall enjoy your campaign intensely。 And while we are on the subject of money； let me make this clear to you。 You can have all the cash you want for the house and all you want for your fal…lals。 And if you like jewelry； you can have it but I’m going to pick it out。 You have such execrable taste； my pet。 And anything you want for Wade or Ella。 And if Will Benteen can’t make a go of the cotton； I’m willing to chip in and help out on that white elephant in Clayton County that you love so much。 That’s fair enough； isn’t it？”
“Of course。 You’re very generous。”
“But listen closely。 Not one cent for the store and not one cent for that kindling factory of yours。”
“Oh；” said Scarlett； her face falling。 All during the honeymoon she had been thinking how she could bring up the subject of the thousand dollars she needed to buy fifty feet more of land to enlarge her lumber yard。
“I thought you always bragged about being broad minded and not caring what people said about my running a business； and you’re just like every other man—so afraid people will say I wear the pants in the family。”
“There’s never going to be any doubt in anybody’s mind about who wears the pants in the Butler family；” drawled Rhett。 “I don’t care what fools say。 In fact； I’m ill bred enough to be proud of having a smart wife。 I want you to keep on running the store and the mills。 They are your children’s。 When Wade grows up he won’t feel right about being supported by his stepfather； and then he can take over the management。 But not one cent of mine goes into either business。”
“Why？”
“Because I don’t care to contribute to the support of Ashley Wilkes。”
“Are you going to begin that again？”
“No。 But you asked my reasons and I have given them。 And another thing。 Don’t think you can juggle books on me and lie about how much your clothes cost and how much it takes to run the house； so that you can use the money to buy more mules or another mill for Ashley。 I intend to look over and carefully check your expenditures and I know what things cost。 Oh； don’t get insulted。 You’d do it。 I wouldn’t put it beyond you。 In fact； I wouldn’t put anything beyond you where either Tara or Ashley is concerned。 I don’t mind Tara。 But I must draw the line at Ashley。 I’m riding you with a slack rein； my pet； but don’t forget that I’m riding with curb and spurs just the same。”
CHAPTER XLIX
MRS。 ELSING cocked her ear toward the hall。 Hearing Melanie’s steps die away into the kitchen where rattling dishes and clinking silverware gave promise of refreshments； she turned and spoke softly to the ladies who sat in a circle in the parlor； their sewing baskets in their laps。
“Personally； I do not intend to call on Scarlett now or ever；” she said； the chill elegance of her face colder than usual。
The other members of the Ladies’ Sewing Circle for the Widows and Orphans of the Confederacy eagerly laid down their needles and edged their rocking chairs closer。 All the ladies had been bursting to discuss Scarlett and Rhett but Melanie’s presence prevented it。 Just the day before； the couple had returned from New Orleans and they were occupying the bridal suite at the National Hotel。
“Hugh says that I must call out of courtesy for the way Captain Butler saved his life；” Mrs。 Elsing continued。 “And poor Fanny sides with him and says she will call too。 I said to her ‘Fanny；’ I said； ‘if it wasn’t for Scarlett； Tommy would be alive this minute。 It is an insult to his memory to call。’ And Fanny had no better sense than to say ‘Mother； I’m not calling on Scarlett。 I’m calling on Captain Butler。 He tried his best to save Tommy and it wasn’t his fault if he failed。’ ”
“How silly young people are！” said Mrs。 Merriwether。 “Call； indeed！” Her stout bosom swelled indignantly as she remembered Scarlett’s rude reception of her advice on marrying Rhett。 “My Maybelle is just as silly as your Fanny。 She says she and René will call； because Captain Butler kept René from getting hanged。 And I said if it hadn’t been for Scarlett exposing herself； René would never have been in any danger。 And Father Merriwether intends to call and he talks like he was in his dotage and says he’s grateful to that scoundrel； even if I’m not。 I vow； since Father Merriwether was in that Watling creature’s house he has acted in a disgraceful way。 Call； indeed！ I certainly shan’t call。 Scarlett has outlawed herself by marrying such a man。 He was bad enough when he was a speculator during the war and making money out of our hunger but now that he is hand in glove with the Carpetbaggers and Scalawags and a friend—actually a friend of that odious wretch； Governor Bullock— Call； indeed！”
Mrs。 Bonnell sighed。 She was a plump brown wren of a woman with a cheerful face。
“They’ll only call once； for courtesy； Dolly。 I don’t know that I blame them。 I’ve heard that all the men who were out that night intend to call； and I think they should。 Somehow； it’s hard for me to think that Scarlett is her mother’s child。 I went to school with Ellen Robillard in Savannah and there was never a lovelier girl than she was and she was very dear to me。 If only her father had not opposed her match with her cousin； Philippe Robillard！ There was nothing really wrong with the boy—boys must sow their wild oats。 But Ellen must run off and marry old man O’Hara and have a daughter like Scarlett。 But really； I feel that I must call once out of memory to Ellen。”
“Sentimental nonsense！” snorted Mrs。 Merriwether with vigor。 “Kitty Bonnell； are you going to call on a woman who married a bare year after her husband’s death？ A woman—”
“And she really killed Mr。 Kennedy；” interrupted India。 Her voice was cool but acid。 Whenever she thought of Scarlett it was