Charles Hamilton,emboldened by her notice,was firmly planted on her right,refusing to be dislodged by the combined efforts of the Tarleton twins.He held her fan in one hand and his untouched plate of barbecue in the other and stubbornly refused to meet the eyes of Honey,who seemed on the verge of an outburst of tears.Cade lounged gracefully on her left,plucking at her skirt to attract her attention and staring up with smoldering eyes at Stuart.Already the air was electric between him and the twins and rude words had passed.Frank Kennedy fussed about like a hen with one chick,running back and forth from the shade of the oak to the tables to fetch dainties to tempt Scarlett,as if there were not a dozen servants there for that purpose.As a result,Suellen's sullen resentment had passed beyond the point of ladylike concealment and she glowered at Scarlett.Small Carreen could have cried because,for all Scarlett's encouraging words that morning,Brent had done no more than say “Hello,Sis”and jerk her hair ribbon before turning his full attention to Scarlett.Usually he was so kind and treated her with a careless deference that made her feel grown up,and Carreen secretly dreamed of the day when she would put her hair up and her skirts down and receive him as a real beau.And now it seemed that Scarlett had him.The Munroe girls were concealing their chagrin at the defection of the swarthy Fontaine boys,but they were annoyed at the way Tony and Alex stood about the circle,jockeying for a position near Scarlett should any of the others arise from their places.
They telegraphed their disapproval of Scarlett's conduct to Hetty Tarleton by delicately raised eyebrows.“Fast”was the only word for Scarlett.Simultaneously,the three young ladies raised lacy parasols,said they had had quite enough to eat,thank you,and,laying light fingers on the arms of the men nearest them,clamored sweetly to see the rose garden,the spring and the summerhouse.This strategic retreat in good order was not lost on a woman present or observed by a man.
Scarlett giggled as she saw three men dragged out of the line of her charms to investigate landmarks familiar to the girls from childhood,and cut her eye sharply to see if Ashley had taken note.But he was playing with the ends of Melanie's sash and smiling up at her.Pain twisted Scarlett's heart.She felt that she could claw Melanie's ivory skin till the blood ran and take pleasure in doing it.
As her eyes wandered from Melanie,she caught the gaze of Rhett Butler,who was not mixing with the crowd but standing apart
talking to John Wilkes.He had been watching her and when she looked at him he laughed outright.Scarlett had an uneasy feeling that this man who was not received was the only one present who knew what lay behind her wild gaiety and that it was affording him sardonic amusement.She could have clawed him with pleasure too.
“If I can just live through this barbecue till this afternoon,”she thought,“all the girls will go upstairs to take naps to be fresh for tonight and I'll stay downstairs and get to talk to Ashley.Surely he must have noticed how popular I am.”She soothed her heart with another hope:“Of course,he has to be attentive to Melanie because,after all,she is his cousin and she isn't popular at all,and if he didn't look out for her she'd just be a wallflower.”
She took new courage at this thought and redoubled her efforts in the direction of Charles,whose brown eyes glowed down eagerly at her.It was a wonderful day for Charles,a dream day,and he had fallen in love with Scarlett with no effort at all.Before this new emotion,Honey receded into a dim haze.Honey was a shrill-voiced sparrow and Scarlett a gleaming hummingbird.She teased him and favored him and asked him questions and answered them herself,so that he appeared very clever without having to say a word.The other boys were puzzled and annoyed by her obvious interest in him,for they knew Charles was too shy to hitch two consecutive words together,and politeness was being severely strained to conceal their growing rage.Everyone was smoldering,and it would have been a positive triumph for Scarlett,except for Ashley.
When the last forkful of pork and chicken and mutton had been eaten,Scarlett hoped the time had come when India would rise and suggest that the ladies retire to the house.It was two o'clock and the sun was warm overhead,but India,wearied with the three-day preparations for the barbecue,was only too glad to remain sitting beneath the arbor,shouting remarks to a deaf old gentleman from Fayetteville.
A lazy somnolence descended on the crowd.The negroes idled about,clearing the long tables on which the food had been laid.
The laughter and talking became less animated and groups here and there fell silent.All were waiting for their hostess to signal the end of the morning's festivities.Palmetto fans were wagging more slowly,and several gentlemen were nodding from the heat and overloaded stomachs.The barbecue was over and all were content to take their ease while the sun was at its height.
In this interval between the morning party and the evening's ball,they seemed a placid,peaceful lot.Only the young men retained the restless energy which had filled the whole throng a short while before.Moving from group to group,drawling in their soft voices,they were as handsome as blooded stallions and as dangerous.The languor of midday had taken hold of the gathering,but underneath lurked tempers that could rise to killing heights in a second and flare out as quickly.Men and women,they were beautiful and wild,all a little violent under their pleasant ways and only a little tamed.
