dropped her sewing box on the floor and came back into the room, her false fringe jerking awry.
"I won't have it!" she cried. "I won't have it! You are beside yourself, Melly, and I don't hold you responsible. You shall be my friend and I shall be yours. I refuse to let this come between us."
She was crying and somehow, Melanie was in her arms, crying too, but declaring between
sobs that she meant every word she said. Several of the other ladies burst into tears and Mrs.
Merriwether, trumpeting loudly into her handkerchief, embraced both Mrs. Elsing and Melanie.
Aunt Pitty, who had been a petrified witness to the whole scene, suddenly slid to the floor in what was one of the few real fainting spells she had ever had. Amid the tears and confusion and kissing
and scurrying for smelling salts and brandy, there was only one calm face, one dry pair of eyes.
India Wilkes took her departure unnoticed by anyone.
Grandpa Merriwether, meeting Uncle Henry Hamilton in the Girl of the Period Saloon
several hours later, related the happenings of the morning which he had heard from Mrs.
Merriwether. He told it was relish for he was delighted that someone had the courage to face down his redoubtable daughter-in-law. Certainly, he had never had such courage.
"Well, what did the pack of silly fools finally decide to do?" asked Uncle Henry irritably.
"I dunno for sure," said Grandpa, "but it looks to me like Melly won hands down on this go-round. I'll bet they'll all call, at least once. Folks set a store by that niece of yours, Henry."
"Melly's a fool and the ladies are right. Scarlett is a slick piece of baggage and I don't see why Charlie ever married her," said Uncle Henry gloomily. "But Melly was right too, in a way.
It's only decent that the families of the men Captain Butler saved should call. When you come right down to it, I haven't got so much against Butler. He showed himself a fine man that night he saved our hides. It's Scarlett who sticks under my tail like a cocklebur. She's a sight too smart for her own good. Well, I've got to call. Scalawag or not Scarlett is my niece by marriage, after all. I was aiming to call this afternoon."
"I'll go with you, Henry. Dolly will be fit to be tied when she hears I've gone. Wait till I get one more drink."
"No, we'll get a drink off Captain Butler. I'll say this for him, he always has good licker."
Rhett had said that the Old Guard would never surrender and he was right. He knew how
little significance there was to the few calls made upon them, and he knew why the calls were made. The families of the men who had been in the ill-starred Klan foray did call first, but called with obvious infrequency thereafter. And they did not invite the Rhett Butlers to their homes.
Rhett said they would not have come at all, except for fear of violence at the hands of
Melanie, Where he got this idea, Scarlett did not know but she dismissed it with the contempt it deserved. For what possible influence could Melanie have on people like Mrs. Elsing and Mrs.
Merriwether? That they did not call again worried her very little; in fact, their absence was hardly noticed, for her suite was crowded with guests of another type. "New people," established Atlantians called them, when they were not calling them something less polite.
There were many "new people" staying at the National Hotel who, like Rhett and Scarlett, were waiting for their houses to be completed. They were gay, wealthy people, very much like Rhett's New Orleans friends, elegant of dress, free with their money, vague as to their
antecedents. All the men were Republicans and were "in Atlanta on business connected with the state government." Just what the business was, Scarlett did not know and did not trouble to learn.
Rhett could have told her exactly what it was--the same business that buzzards have with
dying animals. They smelted death from afar and were drawn unerringly to it, to gorge
themselves. Government of Georgia by its own citizens was dead, the state was helpless and the adventurers were swarming in.
The wives of Rhett's Scalawag and Carpetbagger friends called in droves and so did the
"new people" she had met when she sold lumber for their homes. Rhett said that, having done business with them, she should receive them and, having received them, she found them pleasant company. They wore lovely clothes and never talked about the war or hard times, but confined the conversation to fashions, scandals and whist. Scarlett had never played cards before and she took to whist with joy, becoming a good player in a short time.
Whenever she was at the hotel there was a crowd of whist players in her suite. But she