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"
But
you
were
the
main
one
I
wanted
to
tell
to
go
to
hell
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
and
laughed
.
"
Do
you
still
want
to
tell
me
to
go
to
hell
?
"
"
Well
,
not
as
often
as
I
used
to
.
"
"
Do
it
whenever
you
like
,
if
it
makes
you
happy
.
"
"
It
does
n't
make
me
especially
happy
,
"
said
Scarlett
and
,
bending
,
she
kissed
him
carelessly
.
His
dark
eyes
flickered
quickly
over
her
face
,
hunting
for
something
in
her
eyes
which
he
did
not
find
,
and
he
laughed
shortly
.
"
Forget
about
Atlanta
.
Forget
about
the
old
cats
.
I
brought
you
to
New
Orleans
to
have
fun
and
I
intend
that
you
shall
have
it
.
"
She
did
have
fun
,
more
fun
than
she
had
had
since
the
spring
before
the
war
.
New
Orleans
was
such
a
strange
,
glamorous
place
and
Scarlett
enjoyed
it
with
the
headlong
pleasure
of
a
pardoned
life
prisoner
.
The
Carpetbaggers
were
looting
the
town
,
many
honest
folk
were
driven
from
their
homes
and
did
not
know
where
to
look
for
their
next
meal
,
and
a
negro
sat
in
the
lieutenant
governor
's
chair
.
But
the
New
Orleans
Rhett
showed
her
was
the
gayest
place
she
had
ever
seen
.
The
people
she
met
seemed
to
have
all
the
money
they
wanted
and
no
cares
at
all
.
Rhett
introduced
her
to
dozens
of
women
,
pretty
women
in
bright
gowns
,
women
who
had
soft
hands
that
showed
no
signs
of
hard
work
,
women
who
laughed
at
everything
and
never
talked
of
stupid
serious
things
or
hard
times
.
And
the
men
she
met
--
how
thrilling
they
were
!
And
how
different
from
Atlanta
men
--
and
how
they
fought
to
dance
with
her
,
and
paid
her
the
most
extravagant
compliments
as
though
she
were
a
young
belle
.
These
men
had
the
same
hard
reckless
look
Rhett
wore
.
Their
eyes
were
always
alert
,
like
men
who
have
lived
too
long
with
danger
to
be
ever
quite
careless
.
They
seemed
to
have
no
pasts
or
futures
,
and
they
politely
discouraged
Scarlett
when
,
to
make
conversation
,
she
asked
what
or
where
they
were
before
they
came
to
New
Orleans
.
That
,
in
itself
,
was
strange
,
for
in
Atlanta
every
respectable
newcomer
hastened
to
present
his
credentials
,
to
tell
proudly
of
his
home
and
family
,
to
trace
the
tortuous
mazes
of
relationship
that
stretched
over
the
entire
South
.
But
these
men
were
a
taciturn
lot
,
picking
their
words
carefully
.
Sometimes
when
Rhett
was
alone
with
them
and
Scarlett
in
the
next
room
,
she
heard
laughter
and
caught
fragments
of
conversation
that
meant
nothing
to
her
,
scraps
of
words
,
puzzling
names
--
Cuba
and
Nassau
in
the
blockade
days
,
the
gold
rush
and
claim
jumping
,
gun
running
and
filibustering
,
Nicaragua
and
William
Walker
and
how
he
died
against
a
wall
at
Truxillo
.
Once
her
sudden
entrance
abruptly
terminated
a
conversation
about
what
had
happened
to
the
members
of
Quantrill
's
band
of
guerillas
,
and
she
caught
the
names
of
Frank
and
Jesse
James
.
But
they
were
all
well
mannered
,
beautifully
tailored
,
and
they
evidently
admired
her
,
so
it
mattered
little
to
Scarlett
that
they
chose
to
live
utterly
in
the
present
.
What
really
mattered
was
that
they
were
Rhett
's
friends
and
had
large
houses
and
fine
carriages
,
and
they
took
her
and
Rhett
driving
,
invited
them
to
suppers
,
gave
parties
in
their
honor
.
And
Scarlett
like
them
very
well
.
Rhett
was
amused
when
she
told
him
so
.
