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The
group
turned
toward
him
and
accorded
him
the
politeness
always
due
an
outsider
.
"
Has
any
one
of
you
gentlemen
ever
thought
that
there
's
not
a
cannon
factory
south
of
the
Mason
--
Dixon
Line
?
Or
how
few
iron
foundries
there
are
in
the
South
?
Or
woolen
mills
or
cotton
factories
or
tanneries
?
Have
you
thought
that
we
would
not
have
a
single
warship
and
that
the
Yankee
fleet
could
bottle
up
our
harbors
in
a
week
,
so
that
we
could
not
sell
our
cotton
abroad
?
But
--
of
course
--
you
gentlemen
have
thought
of
these
things
.
"
"
Why
,
he
means
the
boys
are
a
passel
of
fools
!
"
thought
Scarlett
indignantly
,
the
hot
blood
coming
to
her
cheeks
.
Evidently
,
she
was
not
the
only
one
to
whom
this
idea
occurred
,
for
several
of
the
boys
were
beginning
to
stick
out
their
chins
.
John
Wilkes
casually
but
swiftly
came
back
to
his
place
beside
the
speaker
,
as
if
to
impress
on
all
present
that
this
man
was
his
guest
and
that
,
moreover
,
there
were
ladies
present
.
"
The
trouble
with
most
of
us
Southerners
,
"
continued
Rhett
Butler
,
"
is
that
we
either
do
n't
travel
enough
or
we
do
n't
profit
enough
by
our
travels
.
Now
,
of
course
,
all
you
gentlemen
are
well
traveled
.
But
what
have
you
seen
?
Europe
and
New
York
and
Philadelphia
and
,
of
course
,
the
ladies
have
been
to
Saratoga
"
(
he
bowed
slightly
to
the
group
under
the
arbor
)
.
"
You
've
seen
the
hotels
and
the
museums
and
the
balls
and
the
gambling
houses
.
And
you
've
come
home
believing
that
there
's
no
place
like
the
South
.
As
for
me
,
I
was
Charleston
born
,
but
I
have
spent
the
last
few
years
in
the
North
.
"
His
white
teeth
showed
in
a
grin
,
as
though
he
realized
that
everyone
present
knew
just
why
he
no
longer
lived
in
Charleston
,
and
cared
not
at
all
if
they
did
know
.
"
I
have
seen
many
things
that
you
all
have
not
seen
.
The
thousands
of
immigrants
who
'd
be
glad
to
fight
for
the
Yankees
for
food
and
a
few
dollars
,
the
factories
,
the
foundries
,
the
shipyards
,
the
iron
and
coal
mines
--
all
the
things
we
have
n't
got
.
Why
,
all
we
have
is
cotton
and
slaves
and
arrogance
.
They
'd
lick
us
in
a
month
.
"
For
a
tense
moment
,
there
was
silence
.
Rhett
Butler
removed
a
fine
linen
handkerchief
from
his
coat
pocket
and
idly
flicked
dust
from
his
sleeve
.
Then
an
ominous
murmuring
arose
in
the
crowd
and
from
under
the
arbor
came
a
humming
as
unmistakable
as
that
of
a
hive
of
newly
disturbed
bees
.
Even
while
she
felt
the
hot
blood
of
wrath
still
in
her
cheeks
,
something
in
Scarlett
's
practical
mind
prompted
the
thought
that
what
this
man
said
was
right
,
and
it
sounded
like
common
sense
.
Why
,
she
'd
never
even
seen
a
factory
,
or
known
anyone
who
had
seen
a
factory
.
But
,
even
if
it
were
true
,
he
was
no
gentleman
to
make
such
a
statement
--
and
at
a
party
,
too
,
where
everyone
was
having
a
good
time
.
Stuart
Tarleton
,
brows
lowering
,
came
forward
with
Brent
close
at
his
heels
.
Of
course
,
the
Tarleton
twins
had
nice
manners
and
they
would
n't
make
a
scene
at
a
barbecue
,
even
though
tremendously
provoked
.
Just
the
same
,
all
the
ladies
felt
pleasantly
excited
,
for
it
was
so
seldom
that
they
actually
saw
a
scene
or
a
quarrel
.
Usually
they
had
to
hear
of
it
third-hand
.
"
Sir
,
"
said
Stuart
heavily
,
"
what
do
you
mean
?
"
Rhett
looked
at
him
with
polite
but
mocking
eyes
.
