nd； lest they be considered unladylike。 At all costs they must be ladies。 They pretended to great delicacy； modesty and innocence。 To hear them talk one would have thought they had no legs； natural functions or knowledge of the wicked world。 No one would have thought that red…haired Bridget Flaherty； who had a sun…defying white skin and a brogue that could be cut with a butter knife； had stolen her father’s hidden hoard to come to America to be chambermaid in a New York hotel。 And to observe the delicate vapors of Sylvia （formerly Sadie Belle） Connington and Mamie Bart； no one would have suspected that the first grew up above her father’s saloon in the Bowery and waited on the bar at rush times； and that the latter； so it was said； had come out of one of her husband’s own brothels。 No； they were delicate sheltered creatures now。
The men； though they had made money； learned new ways less easily or were； perhaps； less patient with the demands of the new gentility。 They drank heavily at Scarlett’s parties； far too heavily； and usually after a reception there were one or more unexpected guests who stayed the night。 They did not drink like the men of Scarlett’s girlhood。 They became sodden； stupid； ugly or obscene。 Moreover； no matter how many spittoons she might put out in view； the rugs always showed signs of tobacco juice on the mornings after。
She had a contempt for these people but she enjoyed them。 Because she enjoyed them； she filled the house with them。 And because of her contempt； she told them to go to hell as often as they annoyed her。 But they stood it。
They even stood Rhett； a more difficult matter； for Rhett saw through them and they knew it。 He had no hesitation about stripping them verbally； even under his own roof； always in a manner that left them no reply。 Unashamed of how he came by his fortune； he pretended that they； too； were unashamed of their beginnings and he seldom missed an opportunity to remark upon matters which； by common consent； everyone felt were better left in polite obscurity。
There was never any knowing when be would remark affably； over a punch cup： “Ralph； if I’d had any sense I’d have made my money selling gold…mine stocks to widows and orphans； like you； instead of blockading。 It’s so much safer。” “Well； Bill； I see you have a new span of horses。 Been selling a few thousand more bonds for nonexistent railroads？ Good work； boy！” “Congratulations； Amos； on landing that state contract。 Too bad you had to grease so many palms to get it。”
The ladies felt that he was odiously； unendurably vulgar。 The men said； behind his back； that he was a swine and a bastard。 New Atlanta liked Rhett no better than old Atlanta had done and he made as little attempt to conciliate the one as he had the other。 He went his way； amused； contemptuous； impervious to the opinions of those about him； so courteous that his courtesy was an affront in itself。 To Scarlett； he was still an enigma but an enigma about which she no longer bothered her head。 She was convinced that nothing ever pleased him or ever would please him that he either wanted something badly and didn’t have it； or never had wanted anything and so didn’t care about anything。 He laughed at everything she did； encouraged her extravagances and insolences； jeered at her pretenses—and paid the bills。
CHAPTER L
RHETT NEVER DEVIATED from his smooth； imperturbable manners； even in their most intimate moments。 But Scarlett never lost the old feeling that he was watching her covertly； knew that if she turned her head suddenly she would surprise in his eyes that speculative； waiting look； that look of almost terrible patience that she did not understand。
Sometimes； he was a very comfortable person to live with； for all his unfortunate habit of not permitting anyone in his presence to act a lie； palm off a pretense or indulge in bombast。 He listened to her talk of the store and the mills and the saloon； the convicts and the cost of feeding them； and gave shrewd hard…headed advice。 He had untiring energy for the dancing and parties she loved and an unending supply of coarse stories with which he regaled her on their infrequent evenings alone when the table was cleared and brandy and coffee before them。 She found that he would give her anything she desired； answer any question she asked as long as she was forthright； and refuse her anything she attempted to gain by indirection； hints and feminine angling。 He had a disconcerting habit of seeing through her and laughing rudely。
Contemplating the suave indifference with which he generally treated her； Scarlett frequently wondered； but with no real curiosity； why he had married her。 Men married for love or a home and children or money but she knew he had married her for none of these things。 He certainly did not love her。 He referred to her lovely house as an architectural horror and said he would rather live in a well…regulated hotel than a home。 And he never once hinted about children as Charles and Frank had done。 Once when trying to coquet with him she asked why he married her and was infuriated when he replied with an amused gleam in his eyes： “I married you to keep you for a pet； my dear。”
No； he hadn’t married her for any of the usual reasons men marry women。 He had married her solely because he wanted her and couldn’t get her any other way。 He had admitted as much the night he proposed to her。 He had wanted her； just as he had wanted Belle Watling。 This was not a pleasant thought In fact it was a barefaced insult。 But she shrugged it off as she had learned to shrug off all unpleasant facts。 They had made a bargain and she was quite pleased with her side of the bargain。 She hoped he was equally pleased but she did not care very much whether he was or not。
But one afternoon when she was consulting Dr。 Meade about a digestive upset； she learned an unpleasant fact which she could not shrug off。 It was with real hate in her eyes that she stormed into her bedroom at twilight and told Rhett that she was going to have a baby。
He was lounging in a silk dressing gown in a cloud of smoke and his eyes went sharply to her face as she spoke。 But he said nothing。 He watched her in silence but there was a tenseness about his pose； as he waited for her next words； that was lost on her。 Indignation and despair had claimed her to the exclusion of all other thoughts。
“You know I don’t want any more children！ I never wanted any at all。 Every time things are going right with me I have to have a baby。 Oh； don’t sit there and laugh！ You don’t want it either。 Oh； Mother of God！”
If he was waiting for words from her； these were not the words he wanted。 His face hardened slightly and his eyes became blank。
“Well； why not give it to Miss Melly？ Didn’t you tell me she was so misguided as to want another baby？”
“Oh； I could kill you！ I won’t have it； I tell you； I won’t！”
“No？ Pray continue。”
“Oh； there are things to do。 I’m not the stupid country fool I used to be。 Now； I know that a woman doesn’t have to have children if she doesn’t want them！ There are things—”
He was on his feet and had her by the wrist and there was a hard； driving fear in his face。
“Scarlett； you fool； tell me the truth！ You haven’t done anything？”
“No； I haven’t； but I’m going to。 Do you think I’m going to have my figure ruined all over again； just when I’ve gotten my waist line down and am having a good time。”
“Where did you get this idea？ Who’s been telling you things？”
“Mamie Bart—she—”
The madam of a whore house would know such tricks。 That woman never puts foot in this house again； do you understand？ After all； it is my house and I’m the master of it。 I do not even want you to speak to her again。”
“I’ll do as I please。 Turn me loose。 Why should you care？”
“I don’t care whether you have one child or twenty； but I do care if you die。”
“Die？ Me？”
“Yes； die。 I don’t suppose Mamie Bart told you the chances a woman takes when she does a thing like that？”
“No；” said Scarlett reluctantly。 “She just said it would fix things up fine。”
“By God； I will kill her！” cried Rhett and his face was black with rage。 He looked down into Scarlett’s tear…stained face and some of the wrath faded but it was still hard and set。 Suddenly he picked her up in his arms and sat down in the chair； holding her close to him； tightly； as if he feared she would get away from him。
“Listen； my baby； I won’t have you take your life in your hands。 Do you hear？ Good God； I don’t want children any more than you do； but I can support them。 I don’t want to hear any more foolishness out of you； and if you dare try to—Scarlett； I saw a girl die that way once。 She was only a—well； but she was a pretty sort at that。 It’s not an easy way to die。 I—”
“Why； Rhett！” she cried； startled out of her misery at the emotion in his voice。 She had never seen him so moved。 “Where—who—”
“In New Orleans—oh； years ago。 I was young and impressionable。” He bent his head suddenly and buried his lips in her hair。 “You’ll have your baby； Scarlett； if I have to handcuff you to my wrist for the next nine months。”
She sat up in his lap and stared into his face with frank curiosity。 Under her gaze it was suddenly smooth and bland as though wiped clear by magic。 His eyebrows were up and the corner of his mouth was down。
“Do I mean so much to you？” she questioned； dropping her eyelids。
He gave her a level look as though estimating how much coquetry was behind the question。 Reading the true meaning of her demeanor； he made casual answer。
“Well； yes。 You see； I’ve invested a good deal of money in you； and I’d hate to lose it。”
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Melanie came out of Scarlett’s room； weary from the strain but happy to tears at the birth of Scarlett’s daughter。 Rhett stood tensely in the hall； surrounded by cigar butts which had burned holes in the fine carpet
“You can go in now； Captain Butler；” she said shyly。
Rhett went swiftly past her into the room and Melanie had a brief glimpse of him bending over the small naked baby in Mammy’s lap before Dr。 Meade shut the door。 Melanie sank into a chair； her face pinkening with embarrassment that sh