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But
now
the
house
was
cloaked
in
silence
.
Although
her
door
was
open
she
could
hear
no
sounds
from
below
stairs
.
Wade
and
the
baby
had
been
at
Melanie
's
since
Frank
's
body
was
brought
home
and
she
missed
the
sound
of
the
boy
's
feet
and
Ella
's
gurgling
.
There
was
a
truce
in
the
kitchen
and
no
sound
of
quarreling
from
Peter
,
Mammy
and
Cookie
floated
up
to
her
.
Even
Aunt
Pitty
,
downstairs
in
the
library
,
was
not
rocking
her
creaking
chair
in
deference
to
Scarlett
's
sorrow
.
No
one
intruded
upon
her
,
believing
that
she
wished
to
be
left
alone
with
her
grief
,
but
to
be
left
alone
was
the
last
thing
Scarlett
desired
.
Had
it
only
been
grief
that
companioned
her
,
she
could
have
borne
it
as
she
had
borne
other
griefs
.
But
,
added
to
her
stunned
sense
of
loss
at
Frank
's
death
,
were
fear
and
remorse
and
the
torment
of
a
suddenly
awakened
conscience
.
For
the
first
time
in
her
life
she
was
regretting
things
she
had
done
,
regretting
them
with
a
sweeping
superstitious
fear
that
made
her
cast
sidelong
glances
at
the
bed
upon
which
she
had
lain
with
Frank
.
She
had
killed
Frank
.
She
had
killed
him
just
as
surely
as
if
it
had
been
her
finger
that
pulled
the
trigger
.
He
had
begged
her
not
to
go
about
alone
but
she
had
not
listened
to
him
.
And
now
he
was
dead
because
of
her
obstinacy
.
God
would
punish
her
for
that
.
But
there
lay
upon
her
conscience
another
matter
that
was
heavier
and
more
frightening
even
than
causing
his
death
--
a
matter
which
had
never
troubled
her
until
she
looked
upon
his
coffined
face
.
There
had
been
something
helpless
and
pathetic
in
that
still
face
which
had
accused
her
.
God
would
punish
her
for
marrying
him
when
he
really
loved
Suellen
.
She
would
have
to
cower
at
the
seat
of
judgment
and
answer
for
that
lie
she
told
him
coming
back
from
the
Yankee
camp
in
his
buggy
.
Useless
for
her
to
argue
now
that
the
end
justified
the
means
,
that
she
was
driven
into
trapping
him
,
that
the
fate
of
too
many
people
hung
on
her
for
her
to
consider
either
his
or
Suellen
's
rights
and
happiness
.
The
truth
stood
out
boldly
and
she
cowered
away
from
it
.
She
had
married
him
coldly
and
used
him
coldly
.
And
she
had
made
him
unhappy
during
the
last
six
months
when
she
could
have
made
him
very
happy
.
God
would
punish
her
for
not
being
nicer
to
him
--
punish
her
for
all
her
bullyings
and
proddings
and
storms
of
temper
and
cutting
remarks
,
for
alienating
his
friends
and
shaming
him
by
operating
the
mills
and
building
the
saloon
and
leasing
convicts
.
She
had
made
him
very
unhappy
and
she
knew
it
,
but
he
had
borne
it
all
like
a
gentleman
.
The
only
thing
she
had
ever
done
that
gave
him
any
real
happiness
was
to
present
him
with
Ella
.
And
she
knew
if
she
could
have
kept
from
having
Ella
,
Ella
would
never
have
been
born
.
She
shivered
,
frightened
,
wishing
Frank
were
alive
,
so
she
could
be
nice
to
him
,
so
very
nice
to
him
to
make
up
for
it
all
.
Oh
,
if
only
God
did
not
seem
so
furious
and
vengeful
!
Oh
,
if
only
the
minutes
did
not
go
by
so
slowly
and
the
house
were
not
so
still
!
If
only
she
were
not
so
alone
!
If
only
Melanie
were
with
her
,
Melanie
could
calm
her
fears
.
But
Melanie
was
at
home
,
nursing
Ashley
.
For
a
moment
Scarlett
thought
of
summoning
Pittypat
to
stand
between
her
and
her
conscience
but
she
hesitated
.
Pitty
would
probably
make
matters
worse
,
for
she
honestly
mourned
Frank
.
He
had
been
more
her
contemporary
than
Scarlett
's
and
she
had
been
devoted
to
him
.
He
had
filled
to
perfection
Pitty
's
need
for
"
a
man
in
the
house
,
"
for
he
brought
her
little
presents
and
harmless
gossip
,
jokes
and
stories
,
read
the
paper
to
her
at
night
and
explained
topics
of
the
day
to
her
while
she
mended
his
socks
.
She
had
fussed
over
him
and
planned
special
dishes
for
him
and
coddled
him
during
his
innumerable
colds
.
Now
she
missed
him
acutely
and
repeated
over
and
over
as
she
dabbed
at
her
red
swollen
eyes
:
"
If
only
he
had
n't
gone
out
with
the
Klan
!
"
If
there
were
only
someone
who
could
comfort
her
,
quiet
her
fears
,
explain
to
her
just
what
were
these
confused
fears
which
made
her
heart
sink
with
such
cold
sickness
!
If
only
Ashley
--
but
she
shrank
from
the
thought
.
She
had
almost
killed
Ashley
,
just
as
she
had
killed
Frank
.
