to sleep alone； her place was with her mother。 And Scarlett did not feel equal to explaining that she could not sleep in a lighted room nor would Rhett permit the child to sleep with her。
“You’d never wake up unless she screamed and then you’d probably slap her；” he said shortly。
Scarlett was annoyed at the weight he attached to Bonnie’s night terrors but she thought she could eventually remedy the state of affairs and transfer the child back to the nursery。 All children were afraid of the dark and the only cure was firmness。 Rhett was just being perverse in the matter； making her appear a poor mother； just to pay her back for banishing him from her room。
He had never put foot in her room or even rattled the door knob since the night she told him she did not want any more children。 Thereafter and until he began staying at home on account of Bonnie’s fears； he had been absent from the supper table more often than he had been present。 Sometimes he had stayed out all night and Scarlett； lying awake behind her locked door； hearing the clock count off the early morning hours； wondered where he was。 She remembered： “There are other beds； my dear！” Though the thought made her writhe； there was nothing she could do about it。 There was nothing she could say that would not precipitate a scene in which he would be sure to remark upon her locked door and the probable connection Ashley had with it。 Yes； his foolishness about Bonnie sleeping in a lighted room—in his lighted room—was just a mean way of paying her back。
She did not realize the importance he attached to Bonnie’s foolishness nor the completeness of his devotion to the child until one dreadful night。 The family never forgot that night。
That day Rhett had met an ex…blockade runner and they had had much to say to each other。 Where they had gone to talk and drink； Scarlett did not know but she suspected； of course； Belle Watling’s house。 He did not come home in the afternoon to take Bonnie walking nor did he come home to supper。 Bonnie； who had watched from the window impatiently all afternoon； anxious to display a mangled collection of beetles and roaches to her father； had finally been put to bed by Lou； amid wails and protests。
Either Lou had forgotten to light the lamp or it had burned out。 No one ever knew exactly what happened but when Rhett finally came home； somewhat the worse for drink； the house was in an uproar and Bonnie’s screams reached him even in the stables。 She had waked in darkness and called for him and he had not been there。 All the nameless horrors that peopled her small imagination clutched her。 All the soothing and bright lights brought by Scarlett and the servants could not quiet her and Rhett； coming up the stairs three at a jump； looked like a man who has seen Death。
When he finally had her in his arms and from her sobbing gasps had recognized only one word； “Dark；” he turned on Scarlett and the negroes in fury。
“Who put out the light？ Who left her alone in the dark？ Prissy； I’ll skin you for this； you—”
“Gawdlmighty； Mist’ Rhett！ ‘Twarn’t me！ ‘Twuz Lou！”
“Fo’ Gawd； Mist’ Rhett； Ah—”
“Shut up。 You know my orders。 By God； I’ll—get out。 Don’t come back。 Scarlett； give her some money and see that she’s gone before I come down stairs。 Now； everybody get out； everybody！”
The negroes fled； the luckless Lou wailing into her apron。 But Scarlett remained。 It was hard to see her favorite child quieting in Rhett’s arms when she had screamed so pitifully in her own。 It was hard to see the small arms going around his neck and hear the choking voice relate what had frightened her； when she； Scarlett； had gotten nothing coherent out of her。
“So it sat on your chest；” said Rhett softly。 “Was it a big one？”
“Oh； yes！ Dretfull big。 And claws。”
“Ah； claws； too。 Well； now。 I shall certainly sit up all night and shoot him if he comes back。” Rhett’s voice was interested and soothing and Bonnie’s sobs died away。 Her voice became less choked as she went into detailed description of her monster guest in a language which only he could understand。 Irritation stirred in Scarlett as Rhett discussed the matter as if it had been something real。
“For Heaven’s sake； Rhett—”
But he made a sign for silence。 When Bonnie was at last asleep； he laid her in her bed and pulled up the sheet。
“I’m going to skin that nigger alive；” he said quietly。 It’s your fault too。 Why didn’t you come up here to see if the light was burning？”
“Don’t be a fool； Rhett；” she whispered。 “She gets this way because you humor her。 Lots of children are afraid of the dark but they get over it。 Wade was afraid but I didn’t pamper him。 If you’d just let her scream for a night or two—”
“Let her scream！” For a moment Scarlett thought he would hit her。 “Either you are a fool or the most inhuman woman I’ve ever seen。”
“I don’t want her to grow up nervous and cowardly。”
“Cowardly？ Hell’s afire！ There isn’t a cowardly bone in her body！ But you haven’t any imagination and； of course； you can’t appreciate the tortures of people who have one—especially a child。 If something with claws and horns came and sat on your chest； you’d tell it to get the hell off you； wouldn’t you？ Like hell you would。 Kindly remember； Madam； that I’ve seen you wake up squalling like a scalded cat simply because you dreamed of running in a fog。 And that’s not been so long ago either！”
Scarlett was taken aback； for she never liked to think of that dream。 Moreover； it embarrassed her to remember that Rhett had comforted her in much the same manner he comforted Bonnie。 So she swung rapidly to a different attack。
“You are just humoring her and—”
“And I intend to keep on humoring her。 If I do； she’ll outgrow it and forget about it。”
“Then；” said Scarlett acidly； “if you intend to play nursemaid； you might try coming home nights and sober too； for a change。”
“I shall come home early but drunk as a fiddler’s bitch if I please。”
He did come home early thereafter； arriving long before time for Bonnie to be put to bed。 He sat beside her； holding her hand until sleep loosened her grasp。 Only then did he tiptoe downstairs； leaving the lamp burning brightly and the door ajar so he might hear her should she awake and become frightened。 Never again did he intend her to have a recurrence of fear of the dark。 The whole household was acutely conscious of the burning light； Scarlett； Mammy； Prissy and Pork； frequently tiptoeing upstairs to make sure that it still burned。
He came home sober too； but that was none of Scarlett’s doing。 For months he had been drinking heavily； though he was never actually drunk； and one evening the smell of whisky was especially strong upon his breath。 He picked up Bonnie； swung her to his shoulder and asked her： “Have you a kiss for your sweetheart？”
She wrinkled her small upturned nose and wriggled to get down from his arms。
“No；” she said frankly。 “Nasty。”
“I’m what？”
“Smell nasty。 Uncle Ashley don’t smell nasty。”
“Well； I’ll be damned；” he said ruefully； putting her on the floor。 “I never expected to find a temperance advocate in my own home； of all places！”
But； thereafter； he limited his drinking to a glass of wine after supper。 Bonnie； who was always permitted to have the last drops in the glass； did not think the smell of wine nasty at all。 As the result； the puffiness which had begun to obscure the hard lines of his cheeks slowly disappeared and the circles beneath his black eyes were not so dark or so harshly cut。 Because Bonnie liked to ride on the front of his saddle； he stayed out of doors more and the sunburn began to creep across his dark face； making him swarthier than ever。 He looked healthier and laughed more and was again like the dashing young blockader who had excited Atlanta early in the war。
People who had never liked him came to smile as he went by with the small figure perched before him on his saddle。 Women who had heretofore believed that no woman was safe with him； began to stop and talk with him on the streets； to admire Bonnie。 Even the strictest old ladies felt that a man who could discuss the ailments and problems of childhood as well as he did could not be altogether bad。
CHAPTER LIII
IT WAS Ashley’s birthday and Melanie was giving him a surprise reception that night。 Everyone knew about the reception； except Ashley。 Even Wade and little Beau knew and were sworn to secrecy that puffed them up with pride。 Everyone in Atlanta who was nice had been invited and was coming。 General Gordon and his family had graciously accepted； Alexander Stephens would be present if his ever…uncertain health permitted and even Bob Toombs； the stormy petrel of the Confederacy； was expected。
All that morning； Scarlett； with Melanie； India and Aunt Pitty flew about the little house； directing the negroes as they hung freshly laundered curtains； polished silver； waxed the floor and cooked； stirred and tasted the refreshments。 Scarlett had never seen Melanie so excited or so happy。
“You see； dear； Ashley hasn’t had a birthday party since—since； you remember the barbecue at Twelve Oaks？ The day we heard about Mr。 Lincoln’s call for volunteers？ Well； he hasn’t had a birthday party since then。 And he works so hard and he’s so tired when he gets home at night that he really hasn’t thought about today being his birthday。 And won’t he be surprised after supper when everybody troops in！”
“How you goin’ to manage them lanterns on the lawn without Mr。 Wilkes seein’ them when he comes home to supper？” demanded Archie grumpily。
He had sat all morning watching the preparations； interested but unwilling to admit it。 He had never been behind the scenes at a large town folks’ party and it was a new experience。 He made frank remarks about women running around like the house was afire； just because they were having company； but wild horses could not have dragged him from the scene。 The colored…paper lanterns which Mrs。 Elsing and Fanny had made and painted for the occasion held a special interest for him； as he had never seen “sech contraptions” before。 They had been hidden in his room in the cellar and he had e