dy could do about it。
Scarlett knew that Rhett was not being patriotic and； though she would have died rather than confess it； she did not care。 The little presents he brought her from Nassau； little oddments that a lady could accept with propriety； were what mattered most to her。 With prices as high as they were； where on earth could she get needles and bonbons and hairpins； if she forbade the house to him？ No； it was easier to shift the responsibility to Aunt Pitty； who after all was the head of the house； the chaperon and the arbiter of morals。 Scarlett knew the town gossiped about Rhett’s calls； and about her too； but she also knew that in the eyes of Atlanta Melanie Wilkes could do no wrong； and if Melanie defended Rhett his calls were still tinged with respectability。
However； life would be pleasanter if Rhett would recant his heresies。 She wouldn’t have to suffer the embarrassment of seeing him cut openly when she walked down Peachtree Street with him。
“Even if you think such things； why do you say them？” she scolded。 “If you’d just think what you please but keep your mouth shut； everything would be so much nicer。”
“That’s your system； isn’t it； my green…eyed hypocrite？ Scarlett； Scarlett！ I hoped for more courageous conduct from you。 I thought the Irish said what they thought and the Divvil take the hindermost。 Tell me truthfully； don’t you sometimes almost burst from keeping your mouth shut？”
“Well—yes；” Scarlett confessed reluctantly。 “I do get awfully bored when they talk about the Cause； morning； noon and night。 But goodness； Rhett Butler； if I admitted it nobody would speak to me and none of the boys would dance with me！”
“Ah； yes； and one must be danced with； at all costs。 Well； I admire your self…control but I do not find myself equal to it。 Nor can I masquerade in a cloak of romance and patriotism； no matter how convenient it might be。 There are enough stupid patriots who are risking every cent they have in the blockade and who are going to come out of this war paupers。 They don’t need me among their number； either to brighten the record of patriotism or to increase the roll of paupers； Let them have the haloes。 They deserve them—for once I am being sincere—and； besides； haloes will be about all they will have in a year or so。”
“I think you are very nasty to even hint such things when you know very well that England and France are coming in on our side in no time and—”
“Why； Scarlett！ You must have been reading a newspaper！ I’m surprised at you。 Don’t do it again。 It addles women’s brains。 For your information； I was in England； not a month ago； and I’ll tell you this。 England will never help the Confederacy。 England never bets on the underdog。 That’s why she’s England。 Besides； the fat Dutch woman who is sitting on the throne is a God…fearing soul and she doesn’t approve of slavery。 Let the English mill workers starve because they can’t get our cotton but never； never strike a blow for slavery。 And as for France； that weak imitation of Napoleon is far too busy establishing the French in Mexico to be bothered with us。 In fact he welcomes this war； because it keeps us too busy to run his troops out of Mexico。 。。。 No； Scarlett； the idea of assistance from abroad is just a newspaper invention to keep up the morale of the South。 The Confederacy is doomed。 It’s living on its hump now； like the camel； and even the largest of humps aren’t inexhaustible。 I give myself about six months more of blockading and then I’m through。 After that； it will be too risky。 And I’ll sell my boats to some foolish Englishman who thinks he can slip them through。 But one way or the other； it’s not bothering me。 I’ve made money enough； and it’s in English banks and in gold。 None of this worthless paper for me。”
As always when he spoke； he sounded so plausible。 Other people might call his utterances treachery but； to Scarlett； they always rang with common sense and truth。 And she knew that this was utterly wrong； knew she should be shocked and infuriated。 Actually she was neither； but she could pretend to be。 It made her feel more respectable and ladylike。
“I think what Dr。 Meade wrote about was right； Captain Butler。 The only way to redeem yourself is to enlist after you sell your boats。 You’re a West Pointer and—”
“You talk like a Baptist preacher making a recruiting speech。 Suppose I don’t want to redeem myself？ Why should I fight to uphold the system that cast me out？ I shall take pleasure in seeing it smashed。”
“I never heard of any system；” she said crossly。
“No？ And yet you are a part of it； like I was； and I’ll wager you don’t like it any more than I did。 Well； why am I the black sheep of the Butler family？ For this reason and no other—I didn’t conform to Charleston and I couldn’t。 And Charleston is the South； only intensified。 I wonder if you realize yet what a bore it is？ So many things that one must do because they’ve always been done。 So many things； quite harmless； that one must not do for the same reason。 So many things that annoyed me by their senselessness。 Not marrying the young lady； of whom you have probably heard； was merely the last straw。 Why should I marry a boring fool； simply because an accident prevented me from getting her home before dark？ And why permit her wild…eyed brother to shoot and kill me； when I could shoot straighter？ If I had been a gentleman； of course； I would have let him kill me and that would have wiped the blot from the Butler escutcheon。 But—I like to live。 And so I’ve lived and I’ve had a good time。 。。。 When I think of my brother； living among the sacred cows of Charleston； and most reverent toward them； and remember his stodgy wife and his Saint Cecilia Balls and his everlasting rice fields—then I know the compensation for breaking with the system。 Scarlett； our Southern way of living is as antiquated as the feudal system of the Middle Ages。 The wonder is that it’s lasted as long as it has。 It had to go and it’s going now。 And yet you expect me to listen to orators like Dr。 Meade who tell me our Cause is just and holy？ And get so excited by the roll of drums that I’ll grab a musket and rush off to Virginia to shed my blood for Marse Robert？ What kind of a fool do you think I am？ Kissing the rod that chastised me is not in my line。 The South and I are even now。 The South threw me out to starve once。 I haven’t starved； and I am making enough money out of the South’s death throes to compensate me for my lost birthright。”
“I think you are vile and mercenary；” said Scarlett； but her remark was automatic。 Most of what he was saying went over her head； as did any conversation that was not personal。 But part of it made sense。 There were such a lot of foolish things about life among nice people。 Having to pretend that her heart was in the grave when it wasn’t。 And how shocked everybody had been when she danced at the bazaar。 And the infuriating way people lifted their eyebrows every time she did or said anything the least bit different from what every other young woman did and said。 But still； she was jarred at hearing him attack the very traditions that irked her most。 She had lived too long among people who dissembled politely not to feel disturbed at hearing her own thoughts put into words。
“Mercenary？ No； I’m only farsighted。 Though perhaps that is merely a synonym for mercenary。 At least； people who were not as farsighted as I will call it that。 Any loyal Confederate who had a thousand dollars in cash in 1861 could have done what I did； but how few were mercenary enough to take advantage of their opportunities！ As for instance； right after Fort Sumter fell and before the blockade was established； I bought up several thousand bales of cotton at dirt…cheap prices and ran them to England。 They are still there in warehouses in Liverpool。 I’ve never sold them。 I’m holding them until the English mills have to have cotton and will give me any price I ask。 I wouldn’t be surprised if I got a dollar a pound。”
“You’ll get a dollar a pound when elephants roost in trees！”
“I’ll believe I’ll get it。 Cotton is at seventy…two cents a pound already。 I’m going to be a rich man when this war is over； Scarlett； because I was farsighted—pardon me； mercenary。 I told you once before that there were two times for making big money； one in the upbuilding of a country and the other in its destruction。 Slow money on the upbuilding； fast money in the crack…up。 Remember my words。 Perhaps they may be of use to you some day。”
“I do appreciate good advice so much；” said Scarlett； with all the sarcasm she could muster。 “But I don’t need your advice。 Do you think Pa is a pauper？ He’s got all the money I’ll ever need and then I have Charles’ property besides。”
“I imagine the French aristocrats thought practically the same thing until the very moment when they climbed into the tumbrils。”
Frequently Rhett pointed out to Scarlett the inconsistency of her wearing black mourning clothes when she was participating in all social activities。 He liked bright colors and Scarlett’s funeral dresses and the crêpe veil that hung from her bonnet to her heels both amused him and offended him。 But she clung to her dull black dresses and her veil； knowing that if she changed them for colors without waiting several more years； the town would buzz even more than it was already buzzing。 And besides； how would she ever explain to her mother？
Rhett said frankly that the crêpe veil made her look like a crow and the black dresses added ten years to her age。 This ungallant statement sent her flying to the mirror to see if she really did look twenty…eight instead of eighteen。
“I should think you’d have more pride than to try to look like Mrs。 Merriwether；” he taunted。 “And better taste than to wear that veil to advertise a grief I’m sure you never felt。 I’ll lay a wager with you。 I’ll have that bonnet and veil off your head and a Paris creation on it within two months。”
“Indeed； no； and don’t let’s discuss it any further；” said Scarlett； annoyed by his reference to Charles。 Rhett； who was preparing to leave for Wilmington for another trip abroad； departed with a grin on his face。
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