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There
were
more
shouts
of
approval
,
and
Rhett
Butler
who
had
been
lounging
negligently
against
the
counter
at
Scarlett
's
side
whispered
:
"
Pompous
goat
,
is
n't
he
?
"
Startled
,
at
first
horrified
,
at
this
lese
majesty
toward
Atlanta
's
most
beloved
citizen
,
she
stared
reprovingly
at
him
.
But
the
doctor
did
look
like
a
goat
with
his
gray
chin
whiskers
wagging
away
at
a
great
rate
,
and
with
difficulty
she
stifled
a
giggle
.
"
But
these
things
are
not
enough
.
The
good
ladies
of
the
hospital
committee
,
whose
cool
hands
have
soothed
many
a
suffering
brow
and
brought
back
from
the
jaws
of
death
our
brave
men
wounded
in
the
bravest
of
all
Causes
,
know
our
needs
.
I
will
not
enumerate
them
.
We
must
have
more
money
to
buy
medical
supplies
from
England
,
and
we
have
with
us
tonight
the
intrepid
captain
who
has
so
successfully
run
the
blockade
for
a
year
and
who
will
run
it
again
to
bring
us
the
drugs
we
need
.
Captain
Rhett
Butler
!
"
Though
caught
unawares
,
the
blockader
made
a
graceful
bow
--
too
graceful
,
thought
Scarlett
,
trying
to
analyze
it
.
It
was
almost
as
if
he
overdid
his
courtesy
because
his
contempt
for
everybody
present
was
so
great
.
There
was
a
loud
burst
of
applause
as
he
bowed
and
a
craning
of
necks
from
the
ladies
in
the
corner
.
So
that
was
who
poor
Charles
Hamilton
's
widow
was
carrying
on
with
!
And
Charlie
hardly
dead
a
year
!
"
We
need
more
gold
and
I
am
asking
you
for
it
,
"
the
doctor
continued
.
"
I
am
asking
a
sacrifice
but
a
sacrifice
so
small
compared
with
the
sacrifices
our
gallant
men
in
gray
are
making
that
it
will
seem
laughably
small
.
Ladies
,
I
want
your
jewelry
.
I
want
your
jewelry
?
No
,
the
Confederacy
wants
your
jewelry
,
the
Confederacy
calls
for
it
and
I
know
no
one
will
hold
back
.
How
fair
a
gem
gleams
on
a
lovely
wrist
!
How
beautifully
gold
brooches
glitter
on
the
bosoms
of
our
patriotic
women
!
But
how
much
more
beautiful
is
sacrifice
than
all
the
gold
and
gems
of
the
Ind.
.
The
gold
will
be
melted
and
the
stones
sold
and
the
money
used
to
buy
drugs
and
other
medical
supplies
.
Ladies
,
there
will
pass
among
you
two
of
our
gallant
wounded
,
with
baskets
and
--
"
But
the
rest
of
his
speech
was
lost
in
the
storm
and
tumult
of
clapping
hands
and
cheering
voices
.
Scarlett
's
first
thought
was
one
of
deep
thankfulness
that
mourning
forbade
her
wearing
her
precious
earbobs
and
the
heavy
gold
chain
that
had
been
Grandma
Robillard
's
and
the
gold
and
black
enameled
bracelets
and
the
garnet
brooch
.
She
saw
the
little
Zouave
,
a
split-oak
basket
over
his
unwounded
arm
,
making
the
rounds
of
the
crowd
on
her
side
of
the
hall
and
saw
women
,
old
and
young
,
laughing
,
eager
,
tugging
at
bracelets
,
squealing
in
pretended
pain
as
earrings
came
from
pierced
flesh
,
helping
each
other
undo
stiff
necklace
clasps
,
unpinning
brooches
from
bosoms
.
There
was
a
steady
little
clink-clink
of
metal
on
metal
and
cries
of
"
Wait
--
wait
!
I
've
got
it
unfastened
now
.
There
!
"
Maybelle
Merriwether
was
pulling
off
her
lovely
twin
bracelets
from
above
and
below
her
elbows
.
Fanny
Elsing
,
crying
"
Mamma
,
may
I
?
"
was
tearing
from
her
curls
the
seed-pearl
ornament
set
in
heavy
gold
which
had
been
in
the
family
for
generations
.
As
each
offering
went
into
the
basket
,
there
was
applause
and
cheering
.
The
grinning
little
man
was
coming
to
their
booth
now
,
his
basket
heavy
on
his
arm
,
and
as
he
passed
Rhett
Butler
a
handsome
gold
cigar
case
was
thrown
carelessly
into
the
basket
.
When
he
came
to
Scarlett
and
rested
his
basket
upon
the
counter
,
she
shook
her
head
throwing
wide
her
hands
to
show
that
she
had
nothing
to
give
.
It
was
embarrassing
to
be
the
only
person
present
who
was
giving
nothing
.
And
then
she
saw
the
bright
gleam
of
her
wide
gold
wedding
ring
.
For
a
confused
moment
she
tried
to
remember
Charles
'
face
--
how
he
had
looked
when
he
slipped
it
on
her
finger
.
But
the
memory
was
blurred
,
blurred
by
the
sudden
feeling
of
irritation
that
memory
of
him
always
brought
to
her
.
Charles
--
he
was
the
reason
why
life
was
over
for
her
,
why
she
was
an
old
woman
.
With
a
sudden
wrench
she
seized
the
ring
but
it
stuck
.
The
Zouave
was
moving
toward
Melanie
.
