Some time dragged by while the sun grew hotter,and Scarlett and others looked again toward India.Conversation was dying out when,in the lull,everyone in the grove heard Gerald's voice raised in furious accents.Standing some little distance away from the barbecue tables,he was at the peak of an argument with John Wilkes.
“God's nightgown,man!Pray for a peaceable settlement with the Yankees?After we've fired on the rascals at Fort Sumter?Peaceable?The South should show by arms that she cannot be insulted and that she is not leaving the Union by the Union's kindness but by her own strength!”
“Oh,my God!”thought Scarlett.“He's done it!Now,we'll all sit here till midnight.”
In an instant,the somnolence had fled from the lounging throng and something electric went snapping through the air.The men sprang from benches and chairs,arms in wide gestures,voices clashing for the right to be heard above other voices.There had been no talk of politics or impending war all during the morning,because of Mr.Wilkes'request that the ladies should not be bored.But now Gerald had bawled the words “Fort Sumter,”and every man present forgot his host's admonition.
“Of course we'll fight—”“Yankee thieves—”“We could lick them in a month—”“Why,one Southerner can lick twenty Yankees—”“Teach them a lesson they won't soon forget—”“Peaceably?They won't let us go in peace—”“No,look how Mr.Lincoln insulted our Commissioners!”“Yes,kept them hanging around for weeks—swearing he'd have Sumter evacuated!”“They want war;we'll make them sick of war—”And above all the voices,Gerald's boomed.All Scarlett could hear was “States'rights,by God!”shouted over and over.Gerald was having an excellent time,but not his daughter.
Secession,war—these words long since had become acutely boring to Scarlett from much repetition,but now she hated the sound of them,for they meant that the men would stand there for hours haranguing one another and she would have no chance to corner Ashley.Of course there would be no war and the men all knew it.They just loved to talk and hear themselves talk.
Charles Hamilton had not risen with the others and,finding himself comparatively alone with Scarlett,he leaned closer and,with the daring born of new love,whispered a confession.
“Miss O'Hara—I—I had already decided that if we did fight,I'd go over to South Carolina and join a troop there.It's said that Mr.Wade Hampton is organizing a cavalry troop,and of course I would want to go with him.He's a splendid person and was my father's best friend.”
Scarlett thought,“What am I supposed to do—give three cheers?”for Charles'expression showed that he was baring his heart's secrets to her.She could think of nothing to say and so merely looked at him,wondering why men were such fools as to think women interested in such matters.He took her expression to mean stunned approbation and went on rapidly,daringly—
“If I went—would—would you be sorry,Miss O'Hara?”
“I should cry into my pillow every night,”said Scarlett,meaning to be flippant,but he took the statement at face value and went red with pleasure.Her hand was concealed in the folds of her dress and he cautiously wormed his hand to it and squeezed it,overwhelmed at his own boldness and at her acquiescence.
“Would you pray for me?”
“What a fool!”thought Scarlett bitterly,casting a surreptitious glance about her in the hope of being rescued from the conversation.
“Would you?”
“Oh—yes,indeed,Mr.Hamilton.Three Rosaries a night,at least!”
Charles gave a swift look about him,drew in his breath,stiffened the muscles of his stomach.They were practically alone and he might never get another such opportunity.And,even given another such Godsent occasion,his courage might fail him.
“Miss O'Hara—I must tell you something.I—I love you!”
“Um?”said Scarlett absently,trying to peer through the crowd of arguing men to where Ashley still sat talking at Melanie's feet.
“Yes!”whispered Charles,in a rapture that she had neither laughed,screamed nor fainted,as he had always imagined young girls did under such circumstances.“I love you!You are the most—the most—”and he found his tongue for the first time in his life.“The most beautiful girl I've ever known and the sweetest and the kindest,and you have the dearest ways and I love you with all my heart.I cannot hope that you could love anyone like me but,my dear Miss O'Hara,if you can give me any encouragement,I will do anything in the world to make you love me.I will—”
Charles stopped,for he couldn't think of anything difficult enough of accomplishment to really prove to Scarlett the depth of his feeling,so he said simply:“I want to marry you.”
Scarlett came back to earth with a jerk,at the sound of the word “marry.”She had been thinking of marriage and of Ashley,and she looked at Charles with poorly concealed irritation.Why must this calf-like fool intrude his feelings on this particular day when she was so worried she was about to lose her mind?She looked into the pleading brown eyes and she saw none of the beauty of a shy boy's first love,of the adoration of an ideal come true or the wild happiness and tenderness that were sweeping through him like a flame.Scarlett was used to men asking her to marry them,men much more attractive than Charles Hamilton,and men who had more finesse than to propose at a barbecue when she had more important matters on her mind.She only saw a boy of twenty,red as a beet and looking very silly.She wished that she could tell him how silly he looked.But automatically,the words Ellen had taught her to say in such emergencies rose to her lips and casting down her eyes,from force of long habit,she murmured:“Mr.Hamilton,I am not unaware of the honor you have bestowed on me in wanting me to become your wife,but this is all so sudden that I do not know what to say.”
