Scarlett laughed,and with some justice,for at that time,Bullock was safe in the governor's chair,twenty-seven negroes were in the legislature and thousands of the Democratic voters of Georgia were disfranchised.
“The Democrats will never get back.All they do is make the Yankees madder and put off the day when they could get back.All they do is talk big and run around at night Ku Kluxing.”
“They will get back.I know Southerners.I know Georgians.They are a tough and a bull-headed lot.If they've got to fight another war to get back,they'll fight another war.If they've got to buy black votes like the Yankees have done,then they will buy black votes.If they've got to vote ten thousand dead men like the Yankees did,every corpse in every cemetery in Georgia will be at the polls.Things are going to get so bad under the benign rule of our good friend Rufus Bullock that Georgia is going to vomit him up.”
“Rhett,don't use such vulgar words!”cried Scarlett.“You talk like I wouldn't be glad to see the Democrats come back!And you know that isn't so!I'd be very glad to see them back.Do you think I like to see these soldiers hanging around,reminding me of—do you think I like—why,I'm a Georgian,too!I'd like to see the Democrats get back.But they won't.Not ever.And even if they did,how would that affect my friends?They'd still have their money,wouldn't they?”
“If they kept their money.But I doubt the ability of any of them to keep money more than five years at the rate they're spending.Easy come,easy go.Their money won't do them any good.Any more than my money has done you any good.It certainly hasn't made a horse out of you yet,has it,my pretty mule?”
The quarrel which sprang from this last remark lasted for days.After the fourth day of Scarlett's sulks and obvious silent demands for an apology,Rhett went to New Orleans,taking Wade with him,over Mammy's protests,and he stayed away until Scarlett's tantrum had passed.But the sting of not humbling him remained with her.
When he came back from New Orleans,cool and bland,she swallowed her anger as best she could,pushing it into the back of her mind to be thought of at some later date.She did not want to bother with anything unpleasant now.She wanted to be happy for her mind was full of the first party she would give in the new house.It would be an enormous night reception with palms and an orchestra and all the porches shrouded in canvas,and a collation that made her mouth water in anticipation.To it she intended to invite everyone she had ever known in Atlanta,all the old friends and all the new and charming ones she had met since returning from her honeymoon.The excitement of the party banished,for the most part,the memory of Rhett's barbs and she was happy,happier than she had been in years as she planned her reception.
Oh,what fun it was to be rich!To give parties and never count the cost!To buy the most expensive furniture and dresses and food and never think about the bills!How marvelous to be able to send tidy checks to Aunt Pauline and Aunt Eulalie in Charleston,and to Will at Tara!Oh,the jealous fools who said money wasn't everything!How perverse of Rhett to say that it had done nothing for her!
Scarlett issued cards of invitation to all her friends and acquaintances,old and new,even those she did not like.She did not except even Mrs.Merriwether who had been almost rude when she called on her at the National Hotel or Mrs.Elsing who had been cool to frigidness.She invited Mrs.Meade and Mrs.Whiting who she knew disliked her and who she knew would be embarrassed because they did not have the proper clothes to wear to so elegant a function.For Scarlett's housewarming,or “crush,”as it was fashionable to call such evening parties,half-reception,half-ball,was by far the most elaborate affair Atlanta had ever seen.
That night the house and canvas-covered veranda were filled with guests who drank her champagne punch and ate her patties and creamed oysters and danced to the music of the orchestra that was carefully screened by a wall of palms and rubber plants.But none of those whom Rhett had termed the “Old Guard”were present except Melanie and Ashley,Aunt Pitty and Uncle Henry,Dr.and Mrs.Meade and Grandpa Merriwether.
Many of the Old Guard had reluctantly decided to attend the “crush.”Some had accepted because of Melanie's attitude,others because they felt they owed Rhett a debt for saving their lives and those of their relatives.But,two days before the function,a rumor went about Atlanta that Governor Bullock had been invited.The Old Guard signified their disapproval by a sheaf of cards,regretting their inability to accept Scarlett's kind invitation.And the small group of old friends who did attend took their departure,embarrassed but firm,as soon as the governor entered Scarlett's house.
Scarlett was so bewildered and infuriated at these slights that the party was utterly ruined for her.Her elegant “crush”!She had planned it so lovingly and so few old friends and no old enemies had been there to see how wonderful it was!After the last guest had gone home at dawn,she would have cried and stormed had she not been afraid that Rhett would roar with laughter,afraid that she would read “I told you so”in his dancing black eyes,even if he did not speak the words.So she swallowed her wrath with poor grace and pretended indifference.
Only to Melanie,the next morning,did she permit herself the luxury of exploding.
“You insulted me,Melly Wilkes,and you made Ashley and the others insult me!You know they'd have never gone home so soon if you hadn't dragged them.Oh,I saw you!Just when I started to bring Governor Bullock over to present him to you,you ran like a rabbit!”
“I did not believe—I could not believe that he would really be present,”answered Melanie unhappily.“Even though everybody said—”
