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It
had
begun
to
dawn
on
him
that
this
same
sweet
pretty
little
head
was
a
"
good
head
for
figures
.
"
In
fact
,
a
much
better
one
than
his
own
and
the
knowledge
was
disquieting
.
He
was
thunderstruck
to
discover
that
she
could
swiftly
add
a
long
column
of
figures
in
her
head
when
he
needed
a
pencil
and
paper
for
more
than
three
figures
.
And
fractions
presented
no
difficulties
to
her
at
all
.
He
felt
there
was
something
unbecoming
about
a
woman
understanding
fractions
and
business
matters
and
he
believed
that
,
should
a
woman
be
so
unfortunate
as
to
have
such
unladylike
comprehension
,
she
should
pretend
not
to
.
Now
he
disliked
talking
business
with
her
as
much
as
he
had
enjoyed
it
before
they
were
married
.
Then
he
had
thought
it
all
beyond
her
mental
grasp
and
it
had
been
pleasant
to
explain
things
to
her
.
Now
he
saw
that
she
understood
entirely
too
well
and
he
felt
the
usual
masculine
indignation
at
the
duplicity
of
women
.
Added
to
it
was
the
usual
masculine
disillusionment
in
discovering
that
a
woman
has
a
brain
.
Just
how
early
in
his
married
life
Frank
learned
of
the
deception
Scarlett
had
used
in
marrying
him
,
no
one
ever
knew
.
Perhaps
the
truth
dawned
on
him
when
Tony
Fontaine
,
obviously
fancy
free
,
came
to
Atlanta
on
business
.
Perhaps
it
was
told
him
more
directly
in
letters
from
his
sister
in
Jonesboro
who
was
astounded
at
his
marriage
.
Certainly
he
never
learned
from
Suellen
herself
.
She
never
wrote
him
and
naturally
he
could
not
write
her
and
explain
.
What
good
would
explanations
do
anyway
,
now
that
he
was
married
?
He
writhed
inwardly
at
the
thought
that
Suellen
would
never
know
the
truth
and
would
always
think
he
had
senselessly
jilted
her
.
Probably
everyone
else
was
thinking
this
too
and
criticizing
him
.
It
certainly
put
him
in
an
awkward
position
.
And
he
had
no
way
of
clearing
himself
,
for
a
man
could
n't
go
about
saying
he
had
lost
his
head
about
a
woman
--
and
a
gentleman
could
n't
advertise
the
fact
that
his
wife
had
entrapped
him
with
a
lie
.
Scarlett
was
his
wife
and
a
wife
was
entitled
to
the
loyalty
of
her
husband
.
Furthermore
,
he
could
not
bring
himself
to
believe
she
had
married
him
coldly
and
with
no
affection
for
him
at
all
.
His
masculine
vanity
would
not
permit
such
a
thought
to
stay
long
in
his
mind
.
It
was
more
pleasant
to
think
she
had
fallen
so
suddenly
in
love
with
him
she
had
been
willing
to
lie
to
get
him
.
But
it
was
all
very
puzzling
.
He
knew
he
was
no
great
catch
for
a
woman
half
his
age
and
pretty
and
smart
to
boot
,
but
Frank
was
a
gentleman
and
he
kept
his
bewilderment
to
himself
.
Scarlett
was
his
wife
and
he
could
not
insult
her
by
asking
awkward
questions
which
,
after
all
,
would
not
remedy
matters
.
Not
that
Frank
especially
wanted
to
remedy
matters
,
for
it
appeared
that
his
marriage
would
be
a
happy
one
.
Scarlett
was
the
most
charming
and
exciting
of
women
and
he
thought
her
perfect
in
all
things
--
except
that
she
was
so
headstrong
.
Frank
learned
early
in
his
marriage
that
so
long
as
she
had
her
own
way
,
life
could
be
very
pleasant
,
but
when
she
was
opposed
--
Given
her
own
way
,
she
was
as
gay
as
a
child
,
laughed
a
good
deal
,
made
foolish
little
jokes
,
sat
on
his
knee
and
tweaked
his
beard
until
he
vowed
he
felt
twenty
years
younger
.
She
could
be
unexpectedly
sweet
and
thoughtful
,
having
his
slippers
toasting
at
the
fire
when
he
came
home
at
night
,
fussing
affectionately
about
his
wet
feet
and
interminable
head
colds
,
remembering
that
he
always
liked
the
gizzard
of
the
chicken
and
three
spoonfuls
of
sugar
in
his
coffee
.
Yes
,
life
was
very
sweet
and
cozy
with
Scarlett
--
as
long
as
she
had
her
own
way
.
When
the
marriage
was
two
weeks
old
,
Frank
contracted
the
grippe
and
Dr.
Meade
put
him
to
bed
.
In
the
first
year
of
the
war
,
Frank
had
spent
two
months
in
the
hospital
with
pneumonia
and
he
had
lived
in
dread
of
another
attack
since
that
time
,
so
he
was
only
too
glad
to
lie
sweating
under
three
blankets
and
drink
the
hot
concoctions
Mammy
and
Aunt
Pitty
brought
him
every
hour
.
The
illness
dragged
on
and
Frank
worried
more
and
more
about
the
store
as
each
day
passed
.
The
place
was
in
charge
of
the
counter
boy
,
who
came
to
the
house
every
night
to
report
on
the
day
's
transactions
,
but
Frank
was
not
satisfied
.
He
fretted
until
Scarlett
who
had
only
been
waiting
for
such
an
opportunity
laid
a
cool
hand
on
his
forehead
and
said
:
"
Now
,
sweetheart
,
I
shall
be
vexed
if
you
take
on
so
.
I
'll
go
to
town
and
see
how
things
are
.
"
And
she
went
,
smiling
as
she
smothered
his
feeble
protests
.
During
the
three
weeks
of
her
new
marriage
,
she
had
been
in
a
fever
to
see
his
account
books
and
find
out
just
how
money
matters
stood
.
What
luck
that
he
was
bedridden
!
The
store
stood
near
Five
Points
,
its
new
roof
glaring
against
the
smoked
bricks
of
the
old
walls
.
Wooden
awnings
covered
the
sidewalk
to
the
edge
of
the
street
,
and
at
the
long
iron
bars
connecting
the
uprights
horses
and
mules
were
hitched
,
their
heads
bowed
against
the
cold
misty
rain
,
their
backs
covered
with
torn
blankets
and
quilts
.
The
inside
of
the
store
was
almost
like
Bullard
's
store
in
Jonesboro
,
except
that
there
were
no
loungers
about
the
roaring
red-hot
stove
,
whittling
and
spitting
streams
of
tobacco
juice
at
the
sand
boxes
.
It
was
bigger
than
Bullard
's
store
and
much
darker
.
The
wooden
awnings
cut
off
most
of
the
winter
daylight
and
the
interior
was
dim
and
dingy
,
only
a
trickle
of
light
coming
in
through
the
small
fly-specked
windows
high
up
on
the
side
walls
.
The
floor
was
covered
with
muddy
sawdust
and
everywhere
was
dust
and
dirt
.
