“Stop,Mammy!Don't tell me any more.It isn't right for you to tell me this!”cried Melanie,her mind shrinking away from the picture Mammy's words evoked.
“Ah knows Ah got no bizness tellin'you,but mah heart too full ter know jes'whut not ter say.Den he tuck her ter de unnertaker's hisseff an'he bring her back an'he put her in her baid in his room.An'w'en Miss Scarlett say she b'long in de pahlor in de coffin,Ah thought Mist'Rhett gwine hit her.An'he say,right cole lak:‘She b'long in mah room.’An'he turn ter me an'he say:‘Mammy,you see dat she stay right hyah tell Ah gits back.'Den he light outer de house on de hawse an'he wuz gone tell 'bout sundown.W'en he come t'arin'home,Ah seed dat he'd been drinkin'an'drinkin'heavy,but he wuz cahyin'it well's usual.He fling inter de house an'not even speak ter Miss Scarlett or Miss Pitty or any of de ladies as wuz callin',but he fly up de steps an'th'ow open de do'of his room an'den he yell for me.W'en Ah comes runnin'as fas'as Ah kin,he wuz stan'in'by de baid an'it wuz so dahk in de room Ah couldn't sceercely see him,kase de shutters wuz done drawed.
“An'he say ter me,right fierce lak:‘Open dem shutters.It's dahk in hyah.'An'Ah fling dem open an'he look at me an',fo'Gawd,Miss Melly,mah knees 'bout give way,kase he look so strange.Den he say:‘Bring lights.Bring lots of lights.An'keep dem buhnin'.An'doan draw no shades an'no shutters.Doan you know Miss Bonnie's 'fraid of de dahk?'”
Melanie's horror struck eyes met Mammy's and Mammy nodded ominously.
“Dat's whut he say.‘Miss Bonnie's 'fraid of de dahk.’”
Mammy shivered.
“W'en Ah gits him a dozen candles,he say ‘Git!’An'den he lock de do'an'dar he set wid Lil Miss,an'he din'open de do'fer Miss Scarlett even w'en she beat an'hollered ter him.An'dat's de way it been fer two days.He woan say nuthin''bout de fune'l,an'in de mawnin'he lock de do'an'git on his hawse an'go off ter town.An'he come back at sundown drunk an'lock hisseff in agin,an'he ain'et nuthin'or slept none.An'now his ma,Ole Miss Butler,she come frum Cha'ston fer de fune'l an'Miss Suellen an'Mist'Will,dey come frum Tara,but Mist'Rhett woan talk ter none of dem.Oh,Miss Melly,it been awful!An'it's gwine be wuss,an'folks gwine talk sumpin'scan'lous.
“An'den,dis evenin',”Mammy paused and again wiped her nose on her hand.“Dis evenin'Miss Scarlett ketch him in de upstairs hall w'en he come in,an'she go in de room wid him an'she say:‘De fune'l set fer termorrer mawnin'.’An'he say:‘Do dat an'Ah kills you termorrer.’”
“Oh,he must have lost his mind!”
“Yas'm.An'den dey talks kinder low an'Ah doan hear all whut dey say,'cept he say agin ‘bout Miss Bonnie bein'sceered of de dahk an'de grabe pow'ful dahk.An'affer aw'ile,Miss Scarlett say:‘You is a fine one ter tek on so,affer killin'her ter please yo'pride.'An'he say:‘Ain'you got no mercy?'An'she say:‘No.An'Ah ain'got no chile,needer.An'Ah'm wo'out wid de way you been ackin'sence Bonnie wuz kilt.You is a scan'al ter de town.You been drunk all de time an'ef you doan think Ah knows whar you been spendin'yo'days,you is a fool.Ah knows you been down ter dat creeter's house,dat Belle Watling.'”
“Oh,Mammy,no!”
“Yas'm.Dat whut she said.An',Miss Melly,it's de truff.Niggers knows a heap of things quicker dan w'ite folks,an'Ah knows dat's whar he been but Ah ain'said nuthin''bout it.An'he doan deny it.He say:‘Yas'm,dat's whar Ah been an'you neen tek on,kase you doan give a damn.A bawdy house is a haben of refuge affer dis house of hell.An'Belle is got one of de worl's kines'hearts.She doan th'ow it up ter me dat Ah done kilt mah chile.'”
“Oh,”cried Melanie,stricken to the heart.
Her own life was so pleasant,so sheltered,so wrapped about with people who loved her,so full of kindness that what Mammy told her was almost beyond comprehension or belief.Yet there crawled into her mind a memory,a picture which she hastily put from her,as she would put from her the thought of another's nudity.Rhett had spoken of Belle Watling the day he cried with his head on her knees.But he loved Scarlett.She could not have been mistaken that day.And of course,Scarlett loved him.What had come between them?How could a husband and a wife cut each other to pieces with such sharp knives?
Mammy took up her story heavily.
“Affer a w'ile,Miss Scarlett come outer de room,w'ite as a sheet but her jaw set,an'she see me stan'in'dar an'she say:‘De fune'l be termorrer,Mammy.’An'she pass me by lak a ghos'.Den mah heart tuhn over,kase whut Miss Scarlett say,she mean.An'whut Mist'Rhett say,he mean too.An'he say he kill her ef she do dat.Ah wuz plumb 'stracted,Miss Melly,kase Ah done had sumpin'on mah conscience all de time an'it weighin'me down.Miss Melly,it wuz me as sceered Lil Miss of de dahk.”
“Oh,but Mammy,it doesn't matter—not now.”
“Yas'm,it do.Dat whut de whole trouble.An'it come ter me Ah better tell Mist'Rhett even ef he kill me,kase it on mah conscience.So Ah slip in de do'real quick,fo'he kin lock it,an'Ah say:‘Mist'Rhett,Ah's come ter confess.’An'he swing roun'on me lak a crazy man an'say:‘Git!’An'fo'Gawd,Ah ain'never been so sceered!But Ah say:‘Please,suh,Mist'Rhett,let me tell you.It's 'bout ter kill me.It wuz me as sceered Lil Miss of de dahk.’An'den,Miss Melly,Ah put mah haid down an'waited fer him ter hit me.But he din'say nuthin'.An'Ah say:‘Ah din'mean no hahm.But,Mist'Rhett,dat chile din'have no caution an'she wuzn'sceered of nuthin'.An'she wuz allus gittin'outer baid affer eve'ybody sleep an’runnin'roun'de house barefoot.An'it worrit me,kase Ah 'fraid she hu't herseff.So Ah tells her dar's ghos'es an'buggerboos in de dahk.'
