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He
had
been
a
handsome
young
six-footer
then
and
had
given
up
his
medical
studies
to
go
in
the
cavalry
.
Now
he
looked
like
a
little
old
man
,
so
bent
was
he
by
the
wound
in
his
hip
.
He
walked
with
some
difficulty
and
,
as
Aunt
Pitty
had
remarked
,
spraddled
in
a
very
vulgar
way
.
But
he
seemed
totally
unaware
of
his
appearance
,
or
unconcerned
about
it
,
and
had
the
manner
of
one
who
asks
no
odds
from
any
man
.
He
had
given
up
all
hope
of
continuing
his
medical
studies
and
was
now
a
contractor
,
working
a
labor
crew
of
Irishmen
who
were
building
the
new
hotel
.
Scarlett
wondered
how
he
managed
so
onerous
a
job
in
his
condition
but
asked
no
questions
,
realizing
wryly
that
almost
anything
was
possible
when
necessity
drove
.
Tommy
and
Hugh
Elsing
and
the
little
monkey-like
Rene
Picard
stood
talking
with
her
while
the
chairs
and
furniture
were
pushed
back
to
the
wall
in
preparation
for
the
dancing
.
Hugh
had
not
changed
since
Scarlett
last
saw
him
in
1862
.
He
was
still
the
thin
sensitive
boy
with
the
same
lock
of
pale
brown
hair
hanging
over
his
forehead
and
the
same
delicate
useless-looking
hands
she
remembered
so
well
.
But
Rene
had
changed
since
that
furlough
when
he
married
Maybelle
Merriwether
.
He
still
had
the
Gallic
twinkle
in
his
black
eyes
and
the
Creole
zest
for
living
but
,
for
all
his
easy
laughter
,
there
was
something
hard
about
his
face
which
had
not
been
there
in
the
early
days
of
the
war
.
And
the
air
of
supercilious
elegance
which
had
clung
about
him
in
his
striking
Zouave
uniform
was
completely
gone
.
"
Cheeks
lak
ze
rose
,
eyes
lak
ze
emerald
!
"
he
said
,
kissing
Scarlett
's
hand
and
paying
tribute
to
the
rouge
upon
her
face
.
"
Pretty
lak
w
'
en
I
first
see
you
at
ze
bazaar
.
You
remembaire
?
Nevaire
have
I
forgot
how
you
toss
your
wedding
ring
in
my
basket
.
Ha
,
but
zat
was
brave
!
But
I
should
nevaire
have
zink
you
wait
so
long
to
get
anothaire
ring
!
"
His
eyes
sparkled
wickedly
and
he
dug
his
elbow
into
Hugh
's
ribs
.
"
And
I
never
thought
you
'd
be
driving
a
pie
wagon
,
Renny
Picard
,
"
she
said
.
Instead
of
being
ashamed
at
having
his
degrading
occupation
thrown
in
his
face
,
he
seemed
pleased
and
laughed
uproariously
,
slapping
Hugh
on
the
back
.
"
Touche
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Belle
Mere
,
Madame
Merriwether
,
she
mek
me
do
eet
,
ze
first
work
I
do
en
all
my
life
,
Rene
Picard
,
who
was
to
grow
old
breeding
ze
race
horse
,
playing
ze
feedle
!
Now
,
I
drive
ze
pie
wagon
and
I
lak
eet
!
Madame
Belle
Mere
,
she
can
mek
a
man
do
annyzing
.
She
should
have
been
ze
general
and
we
win
ze
war
,
eh
,
Tommy
?
"
Well
!
thought
Scarlett
.
The
idea
of
liking
to
drive
a
pie
wagon
when
his
people
used
to
own
ten
miles
along
the
Mississippi
River
and
a
big
house
in
New
Orleans
,
too
!
"
If
we
'd
had
our
mothers-inlaw
in
the
ranks
,
we
'd
have
beat
the
Yankees
in
a
week
,
"
agreed
Tommy
,
his
eyes
straying
to
the
slender
,
indomitable
form
of
his
new
mother-inlaw
.
"
The
only
reason
we
lasted
as
long
as
we
did
was
because
of
the
ladies
behind
us
who
would
n't
give
up
.
"
"
Who
'll
NEVER
give
up
,
"
amended
Hugh
,
and
his
smile
was
proud
but
a
little
wry
.
"
There
's
not
a
lady
here
tonight
who
has
surrendered
,
no
matter
what
her
men
folks
did
at
Appomattox
.
It
's
a
lot
worse
on
them
than
it
ever
was
on
us
.
At
least
,
we
took
it
out
in
fighting
.
"
