“You were a good risk，my dear，an interesting risk.Why？Because you didn't plump yourself down on your male relatives and sob for the old days.You got out and hustled and now your fortunes are firmly planted on money stolen from a dead man's wallet and money stolen from the Confederacy.You've got murder to your credit，and husband stealing，attempted fornication，lying and sharp dealing and any amount of chicanery that won't bear close inspection.Admirable things，all of them.They show you to be a person of energy and determination and a good money risk.it's entertaining，helping people who help themselves.I'd lend ten thousand dollars without even a note to that old Roman matron，Mrs.Merriwether.She started with a basket of pies and look at her now！A bakery employing half a dozen people，old Grandpa happy with his delivery wagon and that lazy little Creole，René，working hard and liking it....Or that poor devil，Tommy Wellburn，who does two men's work with half a man's body and does it well or—well，I won't go on and bore you.”
“You do bore me.You bore me to distraction，”said Scarlett coldly，hoping to annoy him and divert him from the ever-unfortunate subject of Ashley.But he only laughed shortly and refused to take up the gauntlet.
“People like them are worth helping.But Ashley Wilkes—bah！His breed is of no use or value in an upside-down world like ours.Whenever the world up-ends，his kind is the first to perish.And why not？They don't deserve to survive because they won't fight—don't know how to fight.This isn't the first time the world's been upside down and it won't be the last.It's happened before and it'll happen again.And when it does happen，everyone loses everything and everyone is equal.And then they all start again at taw，with nothing at all.That is，nothing except the cunning of their brains and strength of their hands.But some people，like Ashley，have neither cunning nor strength or，having them，scruple to use them.And so they go under and they should go under.It's a natural law and the world is better off without them.But there are always a hardy few who come through and，given time，they are right back where they were before the world turned over.”
“You've been poor！You just said that your father turned you out without a penny！”said Scarlett，furious.“I should think you'd understand and sympathize with Ashley！”
“I do understand，”said Rhett，“but I'm damned if I sympathize.After the surrender Ashley had much more than I had when I was thrown out.At least，he had friends who took him in，whereas I was Ishmael.But what has Ashley done with himself？”
“If you are comparing him with yourself，you conceited thing，why—He's not like you，thank God！He wouldn't soil his hands as you do，making money with Carpetbaggers and Scallawags and Yankees.He's scrupulous and honorable！”
“But not too scrupulous and honorable to take aid and money from a woman.”
“What else could he have done？”
“Who am I to say？I only know what I did，both when I was thrown out and nowadays.I only know what other men have done.We saw opportunity，some honestly，some shadily，and we are still making the most of it.But the Ashleys of this world have the same chances and don't take them.They just aren't smart，Scarlett，and only the smart deserve to survive.”
She hardly heard what he was saying，for now there was coming back to her the exact memory which had teased her a few minutes before when he first began speaking.She remembered the cold wind that swept the orchard of Tara and Ashley standing by a pile of rails，his eyes looking beyond her.And he said—what？Some funny foreign word that sounded like profanity and had talked of the end of the world.She had not known what he meant then but now bewildered comprehension was coming to her and with it a sick，weary feeling.
“Why，Ashley said—”
“Yes？”
“Once at Tara he said something about the—a—dusk of the gods and about the end of the world and some such foolishness.”
“Ah，the Gtterdmmerung！”Rhett's eyes were sharp with interest.“And what else？”
“Oh，I don't remember exactly.I wasn't paying much mind.But—yes—something about the strong coming through and the weak being winnowed out.”
“Ah，so he knows.Then that makes it harder for him.Most of them don't know and will never know.They'll wonder all their lives where the lost enchantment has vanished.They'll simply suffer in proud and incompetent silence.But he understands.He knows he's winnowed out.”
“Oh，he isn't！Not while I've got breath in my body.”
He looked at her quietly and his brown face was smooth.
“Scarlett，how did you manage to get his consent to come to Atlanta and take over the mill？Did he struggle very hard against you？”
She had a quick memory of the scene of Ashley after Gerald's funeral and put it from her.
“Why，of course not，”she replied indignantly.“When I explained to him that I needed his help because I didn't trust that scamp who was running the mill and Frank was too busy to help me and I was going to—well，there was Ella Lorena，you see.He was very glad to help me out.”
“Sweet are the uses of motherhood！So that's how you got around him.Well，you've got him where you want him now，poor devil，as shackled to you by obligations as any of your convicts are by their chains.And I wish you both joy.But，as I said at the beginning of this discussion，you'll never get another cent out of me for any of your little unladylike schemes，my double-dealing lady.”
She was smarting with anger and with disappointment as well.For some time she had been planning to borrow more money from Rhett to buy a lot downtown and start a lumber yard there.
“I can do without your money，”she cried.“I'm making money out of Johnnie Gallegher's mill，plenty of it，now that I don't use free darkies and I have some money out on mortgages and we are coining cash at the store from the darky trade.”
