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For
a
fleeting
instant
she
saw
Melanie
's
incredulous
face
,
the
look
on
the
chaperons
'
faces
,
the
petulant
girls
,
the
enthusiastic
approval
of
the
soldiers
.
Then
she
was
on
the
floor
and
Rhett
Butler
was
advancing
toward
her
through
the
aisle
of
the
crowd
,
that
nasty
mocking
smile
on
his
face
.
But
she
did
n't
care
--
did
n't
care
if
he
were
Abe
Lincoln
himself
!
She
was
going
to
dance
again
.
She
was
going
to
lead
the
reel
.
She
swept
him
a
low
curtsy
and
a
dazzling
smile
and
he
bowed
,
one
hand
on
his
frilled
bosom
.
Levi
,
horrified
,
was
quick
to
cover
the
situation
and
bawled
:
"
Choose
yo
'
padners
fo
'
de
Ferginny
reel
!
"
And
the
orchestra
crashed
into
that
best
of
all
reel
tunes
,
"
Dixie
.
"
"
How
dare
you
make
me
so
conspicuous
,
Captain
Butler
?
"
"
But
,
my
dear
Mrs.
Hamilton
,
you
so
obviously
wanted
to
be
conspicuous
!
"
"
How
could
you
call
my
name
out
in
front
of
everybody
?
"
"
You
could
have
refused
.
"
"
But
--
I
owe
it
to
the
Cause
--
I
--
I
could
n't
think
of
myself
when
you
were
offering
so
much
in
gold
.
Stop
laughing
,
everyone
is
looking
at
us
.
"
"
They
will
look
at
us
anyway
.
Do
n't
try
to
palm
off
that
twaddle
about
the
Cause
to
me
.
You
wanted
to
dance
and
I
gave
you
the
opportunity
.
This
march
is
the
last
figure
of
the
reel
,
is
n't
it
?
"
"
Yes
--
really
,
I
must
stop
and
sit
down
now
.
"
