That day Rhett had met an ex-blockade runner and they had had much to say to each other.Where they had gone to talk and drink,Scarlett did not know but she suspected,of course,Belle Watling's house.He did not come home in the afternoon to take Bonnie walking nor did he come home to supper.Bonnie,who had watched from the window impatiently all afternoon,anxious to display a mangled collection of beetles and roaches to her father,had finally been put to bed by Lou,amid wails and protests.
Either Lou had forgotten to light the lamp or it had burned out.No one ever knew exactly what happened but when Rhett finally came home,somewhat the worse for drink,the house was in an uproar and Bonnie's screams reached him even in the stables.She had waked in darkness and called for him and he had not been there.All the nameless horrors that peopled her small imagination clutched her.All the soothing and bright lights brought by Scarlett and the servants could not quiet her and Rhett,coming up the stairs three at a jump,looked like a man who has seen Death.
When he finally had her in his arms and from her sobbing gasps had recognized only one word,“Dark,”he turned on Scarlett and the negroes in fury.
“Who put out the light?Who left her alone in the dark?Prissy,I'll skin you for this,you—”
“Gawdlmighty,Mist'Rhett!'Twarn't me!'Twuz Lou!”
“Fo'Gawd,Mist'Rhett,Ah—”
“Shut up.You know my orders.By God,I'll—get out.Don't come back.Scarlett,give her some money and see that she's gone before I come down stairs.Now,everybody get out,everybody!”
The negroes fled,the luckless Lou wailing into her apron.But Scarlett remained.It was hard to see her favorite child quieting in Rhett's arms when she had screamed so pitifully in her own.It was hard to see the small arms going around his neck and hear the choking voice relate what had frightened her,when she,Scarlett,had gotten nothing coherent out of her.
“So it sat on your chest,”said Rhett softly.“Was it a big one?”
“Oh,yes!Dretfull big.And claws.”
“Ah,claws,too.Well,now.I shall certainly sit up all night and shoot him if he comes back.”Rhett's voice was interested and soothing and Bonnie's sobs died away.Her voice became less choked as she went into detailed deion of her monster guest in a language which only he could understand.Irritation stirred in Scarlett as Rhett discussed the matter as if it had been something real.
“For Heaven's sake,Rhett—”
But he made a sign for silence.When Bonnie was at last asleep,he laid her in her bed and pulled up the sheet.
“I'm going to skin that nigger alive,”he said quietly.“It's your fault too.Why didn't you come up here to see if the light was burning?”
“Don't be a fool,Rhett,”she whispered.“She gets this way because you humor her.Lots of children are afraid of the dark but they get over it.Wade was afraid but I didn't pamper him.If you'd just let her scream for a night or two—”
“Let her scream!”For a moment Scarlett thought he would hit her.“Either you are a fool or the most inhuman woman I've ever seen.”
“I don't want her to grow up nervous and cowardly.”
“Cowardly?Hell's afire!There isn't a cowardly bone in her body!But you haven't any imagination and,of course,you can't appreciate the tortures of people who have one—especially a child.If something with claws and horns came and sat on your chest,you'd tell it to get the hell off you,wouldn't you?Like hell you would!Kindly remember,Madam,that I've seen you wake up squalling like a scalded cat simply because you dreamed of running in a fog.And that's not been so long ago either!”
Scarlett was taken aback,for she never liked to think of that dream.Moreover,it embarrassed her to remember that Rhett had comforted her in much the same manner he comforted Bonnie.So she swung rapidly in to a different attack.
“You are just humoring her and—”
“And I intend to keep on humoring her.If I do,she'll outgrow it and forget about it.”
“Then,”said Scarlett acidly,“if you intend to play nursemaid,you might try coming home at nights and sober too,for a change.”
“I shall come home early but drunk as a fiddler's bitch if I please.”
He did come home early thereafter,arriving long before time for Bonnie to be put to bed.He sat beside her,holding her hand until sleep loosened her grasp.Only then did he tiptoe downstairs,leaving the lamp burning brightly and the door ajar so he might hear her should she awake and become frightened.Never again did he intend her to have a recurrence of fear of the dark.The whole household was acutely conscious of the burning light,Scarlett,Mammy,Prissy and Pork,frequently tiptoeing upstairs to make sure that it still burned.
He came home sober too,but that was none of Scarlett's doing.For months he had been drinking heavily,though he was never actually drunk,and one evening the smell of whisky was especially strong upon his breath.He picked up Bonnie,swung her to his shoulder and asked her:“Have you a kiss for your sweetheart?”
She wrinkled her small upturned nose and wriggled to get down from his arms.
“No,”she said frankly.“Nasty.”
“I'm what?”
“Smell nasty.Uncle Ashley don't smell nasty.”
“Well,I'll be damned,”he said ruefully,putting her on the floor.“I never expected to find a temperance advocate in my own home,of all places!”
But,thereafter,he limited his drinking to a glass of wine after supper.Bonnie,who was always permitted to have the last drops in the glass,did not think the smell of wine nasty at all.As the result,the puffiness which had begun to obscure the hard lines of his cheeks slowly disappeared and the circles beneath his black eyes were not so dark or so harshly cut.Because Bonnie liked to ride on the front of his saddle,he stayed out of doors more and the sunburn began to creep across his dark face,making him swarthier than ever.He looked healthier and laughed more and was again like the dashing young blockader who had excited Atlanta early in the war.
