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Wilkes
,
who
's
probably
been
in
his
grave
these
six
months
.
But
there
must
be
room
in
your
heart
for
me
too
.
Scarlett
,
do
stop
wriggling
!
I
am
making
you
a
declaration
.
I
have
wanted
you
since
the
first
time
I
laid
eyes
on
you
,
in
the
hall
of
Twelve
Oaks
,
when
you
were
bewitching
poor
Charlie
Hamilton
.
I
want
you
more
than
I
have
ever
wanted
any
woman
--
and
I
've
waited
longer
for
you
than
I
've
ever
waited
for
any
woman
.
"
She
was
breathless
with
surprise
at
his
last
words
.
In
spite
of
all
his
insults
,
he
did
love
her
and
he
was
just
so
contrary
he
did
n't
want
to
come
out
frankly
and
put
it
into
words
,
for
fear
she
'd
laugh
.
Well
,
she
'd
show
him
and
right
quickly
.
"
Are
you
asking
me
to
marry
you
?
"
He
dropped
her
hand
and
laughed
so
loudly
she
shrank
back
in
her
chair
.
"
Good
Lord
,
no
!
Did
n't
I
tell
you
I
was
n't
a
marrying
man
?
"
"
But
--
but
--
what
--
"
He
rose
to
his
feet
and
,
hand
on
heart
,
made
her
a
burlesque
bow
.
"
Dear
,
"
he
said
quietly
,
"
I
am
complimenting
your
intelligence
by
asking
you
to
be
my
mistress
without
having
first
seduced
you
.
"
Mistress
!
Her
mind
shouted
the
word
,
shouted
that
she
had
been
vilely
insulted
.
But
in
that
first
startled
moment
she
did
not
feel
insulted
.
She
only
felt
a
furious
surge
of
indignation
that
he
should
think
her
such
a
fool
.
He
must
think
her
a
fool
if
he
offered
her
a
proposition
like
that
,
instead
of
the
proposal
of
matrimony
she
had
been
expecting
.
