Scarlett would never forget the shock of the day she drove by Melanie's house to pick up Wade and heard，as she came up the front walk the sound of her son's voice raised in a very fair imitation of the Rebel yell—Wade who was always as still as a mouse at home.And manfully seconding Wade's yell was the shrill piping of Beau.When she had walked into the sitting room she had found the two charging at the sofa with wooden swords.They had hushed abashed as she entered and Melanie had arisen，laughing and clutching at hairpins and flying curls，from where she was crouching behind the sofa.
“It's Gettysburg，”she explained.“And I'm the Yankees and I've certainly gotten the worst of it.This is General Lee，”pointing to Beau，“and this is General Pickett，”putting an arm around Wade's shoulder.
Yes，Melanie had a way with children that Scarlett could never fathom.
“At least，”she thought，“Bonnie loves me and likes to play with me.”But honesty forced her to admit that Bonnie infinitely preferred Rhett to her.And perhaps she would never see Bonnie again.For all she knew，Rhett might be in Persia or Egypt and intending to stay there forever.
When Dr.Meade told her she was pregnant，she was astounded，for she had been expecting a diagnosis of biliousness and overwrought nerves.Then her mind fled back to that wild night and her face went crimson at the memory.So a child was coming from those moments of high rapture—even if the memory of the rapture was dimmed by what followed.And for the first time she was glad that she was going to have a child.If it were only a boy！A fine boy，not a spiritless little creature like Wade.How she would care for him！Now that she had the leisure to devote to a baby and the money to smooth his path，how happy she would be！She had an impulse to write to Rhett in care of his mother in Charleston and tell him.Good Heavens，he must come home now！Suppose he stayed away till after the baby was born！She could never explain that！But if she wrote him he'd think she wanted him to come home and he would be amused.And he mustn't ever think she wanted him or needed him.
She was very glad she had stifled this impulse when her first news of Rhett came in a letter from Aunt Pauline in Charleston where，it seemed，Rhett was visiting his mother.What a relief to know he was still in the United States，even if Aunt Pauline's letter was infuriating.Rhett had brought Bonnie to see her and Aunt Eulalie and the letter was full of praise.
“Such a little beauty！When she grows up she will certainly be a belle.But I suppose you know that any man who courts her will have a tussle with Captain Butler，for I never saw such a devoted father.Now，my dear，I wish to confess something.Until I met Captain Butler，I felt that your marriage with him had been a dreadful mésalliance for，of course，no one in Charleston hears anything good about him and everyone is so sorry for his family.In fact，Eulalie and I were uncertain as to whether or not we should receive him—but，after all，the dear child is our great-niece.When he came，we were pleasantly surprised，most pleasantly，and realized how un-Christian it is to credit idle gossip.For he is most charming.Quite handsome，too，we thought，and so very grave and courteous.And so devoted to you and the child.
“And now，my dear，I must write you of something that has come to our ears—something Eulalie and I were loath to believe at first.We had heard，of course，that you sometimes did about at the store that Mr.Kennedy left you.We had heard rumors but，of course，we denied them.We realized that in those first dreadful days after the war，it was perhaps necessary，conditions being what they were.But there is no necessity now for such conduct on your part，as I know Captain Butler is in quite comfortable circumstances and is，moreover，fully capable of managing for you any business and property you may own.We had to know the truth of these rumors and were forced to ask Captain Butler point-blank questions which was most distressing to all of us.
“With reluctance he told us that you spent your mornings at the store and would permit no one else to do the bookkeeping.He also mentioned that you had some interest in a mill or mills (we did not press him on this，being most upset at this information which was news to us)that necessitated your riding about alone，or attended by a ruffian who，Captain Butler assures us，is a murderer.We could see how this wrung his heart and think he must be a most indulgent—in fact，a far too indulgent husband.Scarlett，this must stop.Your mother is not here to command you and I must do it in her place.Think how your little children will feel when they grow older and realize that you were in trade！How mortified they will be to know that you exposed yourself to the insults of rude men and the dangers of careless gossip in attending to mills.Such unwomanly—”
Scarlett flung down the letter unfinished，with an oath.She could just see Aunt Pauline and Aunt Eulalie sitting in judgment on her in the crumbling house on the Battery with little between them and starvation except what she，Scarlett，sent them every month.Unwomanly？By God，if she hadn't been unwomanly Aunt Pauline and Aunt Eulalie probably wouldn't have a roof over their heads this very moment.And damn Rhett for telling them about the store and the bookkeeping and the mills！Reluctant，was he？She knew very well the joy he took in palming himself off on the old ladies as grave，courteous and charming，the devoted husband and father.How he must have loved harrowing them with deions of her activities with the store，the mills，the saloon.What a devil he was.Why did such perverse things give him such pleasure？
But soon，even this rage passed into apathy.So much of the keen zest had gone out of life recently.If only she could recapture the thrill and the glow of Ashley—if only Rhett would come home and make her laugh.
