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In
the
bedroom
where
the
wraps
were
laid
,
she
found
Cathleen
Calvert
preening
before
the
mirror
and
biting
her
lips
to
make
them
look
redder
.
There
were
fresh
roses
in
her
sash
that
matched
her
cheeks
,
and
her
cornflower-blue
eyes
were
dancing
with
excitement
.
"
Cathleen
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
trying
to
pull
the
corsage
of
her
dress
higher
,
"
who
is
that
nasty
man
downstairs
named
Butler
?
"
"
My
dear
,
do
n't
you
know
?
"
whispered
Cathleen
excitedly
,
a
weather
eye
on
the
next
room
where
Dilcey
and
the
Wilkes
girls
'
mammy
were
gossiping
.
"
I
ca
n't
imagine
how
Mr.
Wilkes
must
feel
having
him
here
,
but
he
was
visiting
Mr.
Kennedy
in
Jonesboro
--
something
about
buying
cotton
--
and
,
of
course
,
Mr.
Kennedy
had
to
bring
him
along
with
him
.
He
could
n't
just
go
off
and
leave
him
.
"
"
What
is
the
matter
with
him
?
"
"
My
dear
,
he
is
n't
received
!
"
"
Not
really
!
"
"
No
.
"
Scarlett
digested
this
in
silence
,
for
she
had
never
before
been
under
the
same
roof
with
anyone
who
was
not
received
.
It
was
very
exciting
.
"
What
did
he
do
?
"
"
Oh
,
Scarlett
,
he
has
the
most
terrible
reputation
.
His
name
is
Rhett
Butler
and
he
's
from
Charleston
and
his
folks
are
some
of
the
nicest
people
there
,
but
they
wo
n't
even
speak
to
him
.
Caro
Rhett
told
me
about
him
last
summer
.
He
is
n't
any
kin
to
her
family
,
but
she
knows
all
about
him
,
everybody
does
.
He
was
expelled
from
West
Point
.
Imagine
!
And
for
things
too
bad
for
Caro
to
know
.
And
then
there
was
that
business
about
the
girl
he
did
n't
marry
.
"
