That morning Aunt Pitty had reached the regretful decision that she had better kill the patriarch before he died of old age and pining for his harem which had long since been eaten.For days he had drooped about the empty chicken run,too dispirited to crow.After Uncle Peter had wrung his neck,Aunt Pitty had been beset by conscience at the thought of enjoying him,en famille,when so many of her friends had not tasted chicken for weeks,so she suggested company for dinner.Melanie,who was now in her fifth month,had not been out in public or received guests for weeks,and she was appalled at the idea.But Aunt Pitty,for once,was firm.It would be selfish to eat the rooster alone,and if Melanie would only move her top hoop a little higher no one would notice anything and she was so flat in the bust anyway.
“Oh,but Auntie I don't want to see people when Ashley—”
“It isn't as if Ashley were—had passed way,”said Aunt Pitty,her voice quavering,for in her heart she was certain Ashley was dead.“He's just as much alive as you are and it will do you good to have company.And I'm going to ask Fanny Elsing,too.Mrs.Elsing begged me to try to do something to arouse her and make her see people—”
“Oh,but Auntie,it's cruel to force her when poor Dallas has only been dead—”
“Now,Melly,I shall cry with vexation if you argue with me.I guess I'm your auntie and I know what's what.And I want a party.”
So Aunt Pitty had her party,and,at the last minute,a guest she did not expect,or desire,arrived.Just when the smell of roast rooster was filling the house,Rhett Butler,back from one of his mysterious trips,knocked at the door,with a large box of bonbons packed in paper lace under his arm and a mouthful of two-edged compliments for her.There was nothing to do but invite him to stay,although Aunt Pitty knew how the doctor and Mrs.Meade felt about him and how bitter Fanny was against any man not in uniform.Neither the Meades nor the Elsings would have spoken to him on the street,but in a friend's home they would,of course,have to be polite to him.Besides,he was now more firmly than ever under the protection of the fragile Melanie.After he had intervened for her to get the news about Ashley,she had announced publicly that her home was open to him as long as he lived and no matter what other people might say about him.
Aunt Pitty's apprehensions quieted when she saw that Rhett was on his best behavior.He devoted himself to Fanny with such sympathetic deference she even smiled at him,and the meal went well.It was a princely feast.Carey Ashburn had brought a little tea,which he had found in the tobacco pouch of a captured Yankee en route to Andersonville,and everyone had a cup,faintly flavored with tobacco.There was a nibble of the tough old bird for each,an adequate amount of dressing made of corn meal and seasoned with onions,a bowl of dried peas,and plenty of rice and gravy,the latter somewhat watery,for there was no flour with which to thicken it.For dessert,there was a sweet potato pie followed by Rhett's bonbons,and when Rhett produced real Havana cigars for the gentlemen to enjoy over their glass of blackberry wine,everyone agreed it was indeed a Lucullan banquet.
When the gentlemen joined the ladies on the front porch,the talk turned to war.Talk always turned to war now,all conversations on any topic led from war or back to war—sometimes sad,often gay,but always war.War romances,war weddings,deaths in hospitals and on the field,incidents of camp and battle and march,gallantry,cowardice,humor,sadness,deprivation and hope.Always,always hope.Hope firm,unshaken despite the defeats of the summer before.
When Captain Ashburn announced he had applied for and been granted transfer from Atlanta to the army at Dalton,the ladies kissed his stiffened arm with their eyes and covered their emotions of pride by declaring he couldn't go,for then who would beau them about?
Young Carey looked confused and pleased at hearing such statements from settled matrons and spinsters like Mrs.Meade and Melanie and Aunt Pitty and Fanny,and tried to hope that Scarlett really meant it.
“Why,he'll be back in no time,”said the doctor,throwing an arm over Carey's shoulder.“There'll be just one brief skirmish and the Yankees will skedaddle back into Tennessee.And when they get there,General Forrest will take care of them.You ladies need have no alarm about the proximity of the Yankees,for General Johnston and his army stands there in the mountains like an iron rampart.Yes,an iron rampart,”he repeated,relishing his phrase.“Sherman will never pass.He'll never dislodge Old Joe.”
The ladies smiled approvingly,for his lightest utterance was regarded as incontrovertible truth.After all,men understood these matters much better than women,and if he said General Johnston was an iron rampart,he must be one.Only Rhett spoke.He had been silent since supper and had sat in the twilight listening to the war talk with a down-twisted mouth,holding the sleeping child against his shoulder.
“I believe that rumor has it that Sherman has over one hundred thousand men,now that his reinforcements have come up?”
The doctor answered him shortly.He had been under considerable strain ever since he first arrived and found that one of his fellow diners was this man whom he disliked so heartily.Only the respect due Miss Pittypat and his presence under her roof as a guest had restrained him from showing his feelings more obviously.
“Well,sir?”the doctor barked in reply.
“I believe Captain Ashburn said just a while ago that General Johnston had only about forty thousand,counting the deserters who were encouraged to come back to the colors by the last victory.”
“Sir,”said Mrs.Meade indignantly.“There are no deserters in the Confederate army.”
