They topped the rise and the white house reared its perfect symmetry before her； tall of columns； wide of verandas； flat of roof； beautiful as a woman is beautiful who is so sure of her charm that she can be generous and gracious to all。 Scarlett loved Twelve Oaks even more than Tara； for it had a stately beauty； a mellowed dignity that Gerald’s house did not possess。
The wide curving driveway was full of saddle horses and carriages and guests alighting and calling greetings to friends。 Grinning negroes； excited as always at a party； were leading the animals to the barnyard to be unharnessed and unsaddled for the day。 Swarms of children； black and white； ran yelling about the newly green lawn； playing hopscotch and tag and boasting how much they were going to eat。 The wide hall which ran from front to back of the house was swarming with people； and as the O’Hara carriage drew up at the front steps； Scarlett saw girls in crinolines； bright as butterflies； going up and coming down the stairs from the second floor； arms about each other’s waists； stopping to lean over the delicate handrail of the banisters； laughing and calling to young men in the hall below them。
Through the open French windows； she caught glimpses of the older women seated in the drawing room； sedate in dark silks as they sat fanning themselves and talking of babies and sicknesses and who had married whom and why。 The Wilkes butler； Tom； was hurrying through the halls； a silver tray in his hands； bowing and grinning； as he offered tall glasses to young men in fawn and gray trousers and fine ruffled linen shirts。
The sunny front veranda was thronged with guests。 Yes； the whole County was here； thought Scarlett。 The four Tarleton boys and their father leaned against the tall columns； the twins； Stuart and Brent； side by side inseparable as usual； Boyd and Tom with their father； James Tarleton。 Mr。 Calvert was standing close by the side of his Yankee wife； who even after fifteen years in Georgia never seemed to quite belong anywhere。 Everyone was very polite and kind to her because he felt sorry for her； but no one could forget that she had compounded her initial error of birth by being the governess of Mr。 Calvert’s children。 The two Calvert boys； Raiford and Cade； were there with their dashing blonde sister； Cathleen； teasing the dark…faced Joe Fontaine and Sally Munroe； his pretty bride…to…be。 Alex and Tony Fontaine were whispering in the ears of Dimity Munroe and sending her into gales of giggles。 There were families from as far as Lovejoy； ten miles away； and from Fayetteville and Jonesboro； a few even from Atlanta and Macon。 The house seemed bursting with the crowd； and a ceaseless babble of talking and laughter and giggles and shrill feminine squeaks and screams rose and fell。
On the porch steps stood John Wilkes； silver…haired； erect； radiating the quiet charm and hospitality that was as warm and never failing as the sun of Georgia summer。 Beside him Honey Wilkes； so called because she indiscriminately addressed everyone from her father to the field hands by that endearment； fidgeted and giggled as she called greetings to the arriving guests。
Honey’s nervously obvious desire to be attractive to every man in sight contrasted sharply with her father’s poise； and Scarlett had the thought that perhaps there was something in what Mrs。 Tarleton said； after all。 Certainly the Wilkes men got the family looks。 The thick deep…gold lashes that set off the gray eyes of John Wilkes and Ashley were sparse and colorless in the faces of Honey and her sister India。 Honey had the odd lashless look of a rabbit； and India could be described by no other word than plain。
India was nowhere to be seen； but Scarlett knew she probably was in the kitchen giving final instructions to the servants。 Poor India； thought Scarlett； she’s had so much trouble keeping house since her mother died that she’s never had the chance to catch any beau except Stuart Tarleton； and it certainly wasn’t my fault if he thought I was prettier than she。
John Wilkes came down the steps to offer his arm to Scarlett。 As she descended from the carriage； she saw Suellen smirk and knew that she must have picked out Frank Kennedy in the crowd。
If I couldn’t catch a better beau than that old maid in britches！ she thought contemptuously； as she stepped to the ground and smiled her thanks to John Wilkes。
Frank Kennedy was hurrying to the carriage to assist Suellen； and Suellen was bridling in a way that made Scarlett want to slap her。 Frank Kennedy might own more land than anyone in the County and he might have a very kind heart； but these things counted for nothing against the fact that he was forty； slight and nervous and had a thin ginger…colored beard and an old…maidish； fussy way about him。 However； remembering her plan； Scarlett smothered her contempt and cast such a flashing smile of greeting at him that he stopped short； his arm outheld to Suellen and goggled at Scarlett in pleased bewilderment。
Scarlett’s eyes searched the crowd for Ashley； even while she made pleasant small talk with John Wilkes； but he was not on the porch。 There were cries of greeting from a dozen voices and Stuart and Brent Tarleton moved toward her。 The Munroe girls rushed up to exclaim over her dress； and she was speedily the center of a circle of voices that rose higher and higher in efforts to be heard above the din。 But where was Ashley？ And Melanie and Charles？ She tried not to be obvious as she looked about and peered down the hall into the laughing group inside。
As she chattered and laughed and cast quick glances into the house and the yard； her eyes fell on a stranger； standing alone in the hall； staring at her in a cool impertinent way that brought her up sharply with a mingled feeling of feminine pleasure that she had attracted a man and an embarrassed sensation that her dress was too low in the bosom。 He looked quite old； at least thirty…five。 He was a tall man and powerfully built。 Scarlett thought she had never seen a man with such wide shoulders； so heavy with muscles； almost too heavy for gentility。 When her eye caught his； he smiled； showing animal…white teeth below a close…clipped black mustache。 He was dark of face； swarthy as a pirate； and his eyes were as bold and black as any pirate’s appraising a galleon to be scuttled or a maiden to be ravished。 There was a cool recklessness in his face and a cynical humor in his mouth as he smiled at her； and Scarlett caught her breath。 She felt that she should be insulted by such a look and was annoyed with herself because she did not feel insulted。 She did not know who he could be； but there was undeniably a look of good blood in his dark face。 It showed in the thin hawk nose over the full red lips； the high forehead and the wide…set eyes。
She dragged her eyes away from his without smiling back； and he turned as someone called： “Rhett！ Rhett Butler！ Come here！ I want you to meet the most hard…hearted girl in Georgia。”
Rhett Butler？ The name had a familiar sound； somehow connected with something pleasantly scandalous； but her mind was on Ashley and she dismissed the thought。
“I must run upstairs and smooth my hair；” she told Stuart and Brent； who were trying to get her cornered from the crowd。 “You boys wait for me and don’t run off with any other girl or I’ll be furious。”
She could see that Stuart was going to be difficult to handle today if she flirted with anyone else。 He had been drinking and wore the arrogant looking…for…a…fight expression that she knew from experience meant trouble。 She paused in the hall to speak to friends and to greet India who was emerging from the back of the house； her hair untidy and tiny beads of perspiration on her forehead。 Poor India！ It would be bad enough to have pale hair and eyelashes and a hitting chin that meant a stubborn disposition； without being twenty years old and an old maid in the bargain。 She wondered if India resented very much her taking Stuart away from her。 Lots of people said she was still in love with him； but then you could never tell what a Wilkes was thinking about。 If she did resent it； she never gave any sign of it； treating Scarlett with the same slightly aloof； kindly courtesy she had always shown her。
Scarlett spoke pleasantly to her and started up the wide stairs。 As she did； a shy voice behind her called her name and； turning； she saw Charles Hamilton。 He was a nice…looking boy with a riot of soft brown curls on his white forehead and eyes as deep brown； as clean and as gentle as a collie dog’s。 He was well turned out in mustard…colored trousers and black coat and his pleated shirt was topped by the widest and most fashionable of black cravats。 A faint blush was creeping over his face as she turned； for he was timid with girls。 Like most shy men he greatly admired airy； vivacious； always…at…ease girls like Scarlett。 She had never given him more than perfunctory courtesy before； and so the beaming smile of pleasure with which she greeted him and the two hands outstretched to his almost took his breath away。
“Why Charles Hamilton； you handsome old thing； you！ I’ll bet you came all the way down here from Atlanta just to break my poor heart！”
Charles almost stuttered with excitement； holding her warm little hands in his and looking into the dancing green eyes。 This was the way girls talked to other boys but never to him。 He never knew why but girls always treated him like a younger brother and were very kind； but never bothered to tease him。 He had always wanted girls to flirt end frolic with him as they did with boys much less handsome and less endowed with this world’s goods than he。 But on the few occasions when this had happened he could never think of anything to say and he suffered agonies of embarrassment at his dumbness。 Then he lay awake at night thinking of all the charming gallantries he might have employed； but he rarely got a second chance； for the girls left him alone after a trial or two。
Even with Honey； with whom he had an unspoken understanding of marriage when he came into his property next fall； he was diffident and silent。 At times； he had an ungallant feeling that Honey’s coquetries and proprietary airs were no credit to him； fo