Gone With the Wind

  After a long interval Dr. Meade and Uncle Rhett came down the stairs and stood talking in the hall in low voices. After the door shut behind the doctor, Uncle Rhett came swiftly into the dining room and poured himself a large drink from the decanter before he saw Wade. Wade shrank back, expecting to be told again that he was naughty and must return to Aunt Pitty's, but instead, Uncle Rhett smiled. Wade had never seen him smile like that or look so happy and, encouraged, he leaped from the sill and ran to him.

  "You've got a sister," said Rhett, squeezing him. "By God, the most beautiful baby you ever saw! Now, why are you crying?"

  "Mother --"

  "Your mother's eating a great big dinner, chicken and rice and gravy and coffee, and we're going to make her some ice cream in a little while and you can have two plates if you want them. And I'll show you your sister too."

  Weak with relief, Wade tried to be polite about his new sister but failed. Everyone was interested in this girl. No one cared anything about him any more, not even Aunt Melly or Uncle Rhett.

  "Uncle Rhett," he began, "do people like girls better than boys?"

  Rhett set down his glass and looked sharply into the small face and instant comprehension came into his eyes.

  "No, I can't say they do," he answered seriously, as though giving the matter due thought. "It's just that girls are more trouble than boys and people are apt to worry more about troublesome people than those who aren't."

  "Mammy just said boys were troublesome."

  "Well, Mammy was upset. She didn't mean it."

  "Uncle Rhett, wouldn't you rather have had a little boy than a little girl?" questioned Wade hopefully.

  "No," answered Rhett swiftly and, seeing the boy's face fall, he continued: "Now, why should I want a boy when I've already got one?"

  "You have?" cried Wade, his month falling open at this information. "Where is he?"

  "Right here," answered Rhett and, picking the child up, drew him to his knee. "You are boy enough for me, son."

  For a moment, the security and happiness of being wanted was so great that Wade almost cried again. His throat worked and he ducked his head against Rhett's waistcoat.

  "You are my boy, aren't you?"

  "Can you be -- well, two men's boy?" questioned Wade, loyalty to the father he had never known struggling with love for the man who held him so understandingly.

  "Yes," said Rhett firmly. "Just like you can be your mother's boy and Aunt Melly's, too."

  Wade digested this statement. It made sense to him and he smiled and wriggled against Rhett's arm shyly.

  "You understand little boys, don't you, Uncle Rhett?"

  Rhett's dark face fell into its old harsh lines and his lip twisted.

  "Yes," he said bitterly, "I understand little boys."

  For a moment, fear came back to Wade, fear and a sudden sense of jealousy. Uncle Rhett was not thinking of him but of some one else.

  "You haven't got any other --" began Wade and then Rhett set him on his feet.

  "I'm going to have a drink and so are you, Wade, your first drink, a toast to your new sister."

  "You haven't got any other --" began Wade and then seeing Rhett reach for the decanter of claret, the excitement at being included in this grown-up ceremony diverted him.

  "Oh, I can't, Uncle Rhett! I promised Aunt Melly I wouldn't drink till I graduated from the university and she's going to give me a watch, if I don't.

  "And I'll give you a chain for it -- this one I'm wearing now, if you want it," said Rhett and he was smiling again. "Aunt Melly's quite right But she was talking about spirits, not wine. You must learn to drink, wine like a gentleman, son, and there's no time like the present to learn."

  Skillfully, he diluted the claret with water from the carafe until the liquid was barely pink and handed the glass to Wade. At that moment, Mammy entered the dining room. She had changed to her best Sunday black and her apron and head rag were fresh and crisp. As she waddled, she switched herself and from her skirts came the whisper and rustle of silk. The worried look had gone from her face and her almost toothless gums showed in a wide smile.

  "Burfday gif, Mist' Rhett!" she said.

  Wade stopped with his glass at his lips. He knew Mammy had never liked his stepfather. He had never heard her call him anything except "Cap'n Butler," and her conduct toward him had been dignified but cold. And here she was beaming and sidling and calling him "Mist' Rhett!" What a topsy-turvy day!

  "You'd rather have rum than claret, I suppose," said Rhett, reaching into the cellaret and producing a squat bottle. "She is a beautiful baby, isn't she, Mammy?"

  "She sho is," answered Mammy, smacking her lips as she took the glass.

  "Did you ever see a prettier one?"

  "Well, suh, Miss Scarlett wuz mout nigh as pretty w'en she come but not quite."

  "Have another glass, Mammy. And Mammy," his tone was stern but his eyes twinkled, "what's that rustling noise I hear?"

  "Lawd, Mist' Rhett, dat ain' nuthin' but mah red silk petticoat!" Mammy giggled and switched till her huge bulk shook.

  "Nothing but your petticoat! I don't believe it. You sound like a peck of dried leaves rubbing together. Let me see. Pull up your skirt."

  "Mist' Rhett, you is bad! Yeah-O, Lawd!"

  Mammy gave a little shriek and retreated and from a distance of a yard, modestly elevated her dress a few inches and showed the ruffle of a red taffeta petticoat.

  "You took long enough about wearing it," grumbled Rhett but his black eyes laughed and danced.

  "Yassuh, too long."

  Then Rhett said something that Wade did not understand.

  "No more mule in horse harness?"

  "Mist' Rhett, Miss Scarlett wuz bad ter tell you dat! You ain' holin' dat again' dis ole nigger?"

  "No. I'm not holding it. I just wanted to know. Have another drink, Mammy. Have the whole bottle. Drink up, Wade! Give us a toast."

  To Sissy," cried Wade and gulped the liquid down. Choking he began to cough and hiccough and the other two laughed and beat him on the back.

  From the moment his daughter was born, Rhett's conduct was puzzling to all observers and he upset many settled notions about himself, notions which both the town and Scarlett were loath to surrender. Whoever would have thought that he of all people would be so shamelessly, so openly proud of fatherhood? Especially in view of the embarrassing circumstance that his first-born was a girl and not a boy.

  The novelty of fatherhood did not wear off. This caused some secret envy among women whose husbands took offspring for granted, long before the children were christened. He buttonholed people on the street and related details of his child's miraculous progress without even prefacing his remarks with the hypocritical but polite: "I know everyone thinks their own child is smart but --" He thought his daughter marvelous, not to be compared with lesser brats, and he did not care who knew it. When the new nurse permitted the baby to suck a bit of fat pork, thereby bringing on the first attack of colic, Rhett's conduct sent seasoned fathers and mothers into gales of laughter. He hurriedly summoned Dr. Meade and two other doctors, and with difficulty he was restrained from beating the unfortunate nurse with his crop. The nurse was discharged and thereafter followed a series of nurses who remained, at the most, a week. None of them was good enough to satisfy the exacting requirements Rhett laid down.

  Mammy likewise viewed with displeasure the nurses that came and went, for she was jealous of any strange negro and saw no reason why she could not care for the baby and Wade and Ella, too. But Mammy was showing her age and rheumatism was slowing her lumbering tread. Rhett lacked the courage to cite these reasons for employing another nurse. He told her instead that a man of his position could not afford to have only one nurse. It did not look well. He would hire two others to do the drudgery and leave her as Mammy-in-chief. This Mammy understood very well. More servants were a credit to her position as well as Rhett's. But she would not, she told him firmly, have any trashy free issue niggers in her nursery. S
o Rhett sent to Tara for Prissy. He knew her shortcomings but, after all, she was a family darky. And Uncle Peter produced a great-niece named Lou who had belonged to one of Miss Pitty's Burr cousins.

  Even before Scarlett was able to be about again, she noticed Rhett's preoccupation with the baby and was somewhat nettled and embarrassed at his pride in her in front of callers. It was all very well for a man to love his child but she felt there was something unmanly in the display of such love. He should be offhand and careless, as other men were.

  "You are making a fool of yourself," she said irritably, "and I don't see why."

  "No? Well, you wouldn't. The reason is that she's the first person who's ever belonged utterly to me."

  "She belongs to me, too!"

  "No, you have two other children. She's mine."

  "Great balls of fire!" said Scarlett. "I had the baby, didn't I? Besides, honey, I belong to you."

  Rhett looked at her over the black head of the child and smiled oddly.

  "Do you, my dear?"

  Only the entrance of Melanie stopped one of those swift hot quarrels which seemed to spring up so easily between them these days. Scarlett swallowed her wrath and watched Melanie take the baby. The name agreed upon for the child was Eugenic Victoria, but that afternoon Melanie unwittingly bestowed a name that clung, even as "Pittypat" had blotted out all memory of Sarah Jane.

  Rhett leaning over the child had said: "Her eyes are going to be pea green."

  "Indeed they are not," cried Melanie indignantly, forgetting that Scarlett's eyes were almost that shade. "They are going to be blue, like Mr. O'Hara's eyes, as blue as -- as blue as the bonnie blue flag."

  "Bonnie Blue Butler," laughed Rhett, taking the child from her and peering more closely into the small eyes. And Bonnie she became until even her parents did not recall that she had been named for two queens.

  CHAPTER LI

  WHEN SHE WAS FINALLY able to go out again, Scarlett had Lou lace her into stays as tightly as the strings would pull. Then she passed the tape measure about her waist. Twenty inches! She groaned aloud. That was what having babies did to your figure! Her waist was a large as Aunt Pitty's, as large as Mammy's.

  "Pull them tighter, Lou. See if you can't make it eighteen and a half inches or I can't get into any of my dresses."

  "It'll bust de strings," said Lou. "Yo' wais' jes' done got bigger, Miss Scarlett, an' dar ain' nuthin' ter do 'bout it."

  "There is something to do about it," thought Scarlett as she ripped savagely at the seams of her dress to let out the necessary inches. "I just won't have any more babies."

  Of course, Bonnie was pretty and a credit to her and Rhett adored the child, but she would not have another baby. Just how she would manage this she did not know, for she couldn't handle Rhett as she had Frank. Rhett wasn't afraid of her. It would probably be difficult with Rhett acting so foolishly about Bonnie and probably wanting a son next year, for all that he said he'd drown any boy she gave him. Well, she wouldn't give him a boy or girl either. Three children were enough for any woman to have.

  When Lou had stitched up the ripped seams, pressed them smooth and buttoned Scarlett into the dress, she called the carriage and Scarlett set out for the lumber yard. Her spirits rose as she went and she forgot about her waist line, for she was going to meet Ashley at the yard to go over the books with him. And, if she was lucky, she might see him alone. She hadn't seen him since long before Bonnie was born. She hadn't wanted to see him at all when she was so obviously pregnant. And she had missed the daily contact with him, even if there was always someone around. She had missed the importance and activity of her lumber business while she was immured. Of course, she did not have to work now. She could easily sell the mills and invest the money for Wade and Ella. But that would mean she would hardly ever see Ashley, except in a formal social way with crowds of people around. And working by Ashley's side was her greatest pleasure.

  When she drove up to the yard she saw with interest how high the piles of lumber were and how many customers were standing among them, talking to Hugh Elsing. And there were six mule teams and wagons being loaded by the negro drivers. Six teams, she thought, with pride. And I did all this by myself!

  Ashley came to the door of the little office, his eyes joyful with the pleasure of seeing her again and he handed her out of her carriage and into the office as if she were a queen.

  But some of her pleasure was dimmed when she went over the books of his null and compared them with Johnnie Gallegher's books. Ashley had barely made expenses and Johnnie had a remarkable sum to his credit. She forbore to say anything as she looked at the two sheets but Ashley read her face.

  "Scarlett, I'm sorry. All I can say is that I wish you'd let me hire free darkies instead of using convicts. I believe I could do better."

  "Darkies! Why, their pay would break us. Convicts are dirt cheap. If Johnnie can make this much with them --"

  Ashley's eyes went over her shoulder, looking at something she could not see, and the glad light went out of his eyes.

  "I can't work convicts like Johnnie Gallegher. I can't drive men."

  "God's nightgown! Johnnie's a wonder at it. Ashley, you are just too soft hearted. You ought to get more work out of them. Johnnie told me that any time a malingerer wanted to get out of work he told you he was sick and you gave him a day off. Good Lord, Ashley! That's no way to make money. A couple of licks will cure most any sickness short of a broken leg --"

  "Scarlett! Scarlett! Stop! I can't bear to hear you talk that way," cried Ashley, his eyes coming back to her with a fierceness that stopped her short. "Don't you realize that they are men -- some of them sick, underfed, miserable and -- Oh, my dear, I can't bear to see the way he has brutalized you, you who were always so sweet --"

  "Who has whatted me?"

  "I've got to say it and I haven't any right. But I've got to say it Your -- Rhett Butler. Everything he touches he poisons. And he has taken you who were so sweet and generous and gentle, for all your spirited ways, and he has done this to you -- hardened you, brutalized you by his contact."

  "Oh," breathed Scarlett, guilt struggling with joy that Ashley should feel so deeply about her, should still think her sweet. Thank God, he thought Rhett to blame for her penny-pinching ways. Of course, Rhett had nothing to do with it and the guilt was hers but, after all, another black mark on Rhett could do him no harm.

  "If it were any other man in the world, I wouldn't care so much -- but Rhett Butler! I've seen what he's done to you. Without your realizing it, he's twisted your thoughts into the same hard path his own run in. Oh, yes, I know I shouldn't say this -- He saved my life and I am grateful but I wish to God it had been any other man but him! And I haven't the right to talk to you like --"

  "Oh, Ashley, you have the right -- no one else has!"

  "I tell you I can't bear it, seeing your fineness coarsened by him, knowing that your beauty and your charm are in the keeping of a man who -- When I think of him touching you, I --"

  "He's going to kiss me!" thought Scarlett ecstatically. "And it won't be my fault!" She swayed toward him. But he drew back suddenly, as if realizing he had said too much -- said things he never intended to say.

  "I apologize most humbly, Scarlett I -- I've been insinuating that your husband is not a gentleman and my own words have proved that I'm not one. No one has a right to criticize a husband to a wife. I haven't any excuse except -- except --" He faltered and his face twisted. She waited breathless.

  "I haven't any excuse at all."

  All the way home in the carriage Scarlett's mind raced. No excuse at all except -- except that he loved her! And the thought of her lying in Rhett's arms roused a fury in him that she did not think possible. Well, she could understand that. If it wasn't for the knowledge that his relations with Melanie were, necessarily, those of brother and sister, her own life would be a torment And Rhett's embraces coarsened her, brutalized her! Well, if Ashley thought that, she could do very well without those embraces.
She thought how sweet and romantic it would be for them both to be physically true to each other, even though married to other people. The idea possessed her imagination and she took pleasure in it. And then, too, there was the practical side of it. It would mean that she would not have to have any more children.

  When she reached home and dismissed the carriage, some of the exaltation which had filled her at Ashley's words began to fade as she faced the prospect of telling Rhett that she wanted separate bedrooms and all which that implied. It would be difficult. Moreover, how could she tell Ashley that she had denied herself to Rhett, because of his wishes? What earthly good was a sacrifice if no one knew about it? What a burden modesty and delicacy were! If she could only talk to Ashley as frankly as she could to Rhett! Well, no matter. She'd insinuate the truth to Ashley somehow.

  She went up the stairs and, opening the nursery door, found Rhett sitting beside Bonnie's crib with Ella upon his lap and Wade displaying the contents of his pocket to him. What a blessing Rhett liked children and made much of them! Some stepfathers were so bitter about children of former marriages.

  "I want to talk to you," she said and passed on into their bedroom. Better have this over now while her determination not to have any more children was hot within her and while Ashley's love was giving her strength.

  "Rhett," she said abruptly when he had closed the bedroom door behind him, "I've decided that I don't want any more children."

  If he was startled at her unexpected statement he did not show it. He lounged to a chair and sitting down, tilted it back.

  "My pet, as I told you before Bonnie was born, it is immaterial to me whether you have one child or twenty."

  How perverse of him to evade the issue so neatly, as if not caring whether children came had anything to do with their actual arrival.

  "I think three are enough. I don't intend to have one every year."

  "Three seems an adequate number."

  "You know very well --" she began, embarrassment making her cheeks red. "You know what I mean?"

  "I do. Do you realize that I can divorce you for refusing me my marital rights?"