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"
Oh
,
"
said
Scarlett
,
losing
interest
,
"
foreigners
.
"
She
turned
her
prettiest
smile
on
Ashley
,
but
for
some
reason
he
was
not
looking
at
her
.
He
was
looking
at
Charles
,
and
there
was
understanding
in
his
face
and
a
little
pity
.
Scarlett
stood
on
the
landing
and
peered
cautiously
over
the
banisters
into
the
hall
below
.
It
was
empty
.
From
the
bedrooms
on
the
floor
above
came
an
unending
hum
of
low
voices
,
rising
and
falling
,
punctuated
with
squeaks
of
laughter
and
,
"
Now
,
you
did
n't
,
really
!
"
and
"
What
did
he
say
then
?
"
On
the
beds
and
couches
of
the
six
great
bedrooms
,
the
girls
were
resting
,
their
dresses
off
,
their
stays
loosed
,
their
hair
flowing
down
their
backs
.
Afternoon
naps
were
a
custom
of
the
country
and
never
were
they
so
necessary
as
on
the
all-day
parties
,
beginning
early
in
the
morning
and
culminating
in
a
ball
.
For
half
an
hour
,
the
girls
would
chatter
and
laugh
,
and
then
servants
would
pull
the
shutters
and
in
the
warm
half-gloom
the
talk
would
die
to
whispers
and
finally
expire
in
silence
broken
only
by
soft
regular
breathing
.
Scarlett
had
made
certain
that
Melanie
was
lying
down
on
the
bed
with
Honey
and
Hetty
Tarleton
before
she
slipped
into
the
hall
and
started
down
the
stairs
.
From
the
window
on
the
landing
,
she
could
see
the
group
of
men
sitting
under
the
arbor
,
drinking
from
tall
glasses
,
and
she
knew
they
would
remain
there
until
late
afternoon
.
Her
eyes
searched
the
group
but
Ashley
was
not
among
them
.
Then
she
listened
and
she
heard
his
voice
.
As
she
had
hoped
,
he
was
still
in
the
front
driveway
bidding
good-by
to
departing
matrons
and
children
.
Her
heart
in
her
throat
,
she
went
swiftly
down
the
stairs
.
What
if
she
should
meet
Mr.
Wilkes
?
What
excuse
could
she
give
for
prowling
about
the
house
when
all
the
other
girls
were
getting
their
beauty
naps
?
Well
,
that
had
to
be
risked
.
As
she
reached
the
bottom
step
,
she
heard
the
servants
moving
about
in
the
dining
room
under
the
butler
's
orders
,
lifting
out
the
table
and
chairs
in
preparation
for
the
dancing
.
Across
the
wide
hall
was
the
open
door
of
the
library
and
she
sped
into
it
noiselessly
.
She
could
wait
there
until
Ashley
finished
his
adieux
and
then
call
to
him
when
he
came
into
the
house
.
The
library
was
in
semidarkness
,
for
the
blinds
had
been
drawn
against
the
sun
.
The
dim
room
with
towering
walls
completely
filled
with
dark
books
depressed
her
.
It
was
not
the
place
which
she
would
have
chosen
for
a
tryst
such
as
she
hoped
this
one
would
be
.
Large
numbers
of
books
always
depressed
her
,
as
did
people
who
liked
to
read
large
numbers
of
books
.
That
is
--
all
people
except
Ashley
.
The
heavy
furniture
rose
up
at
her
in
the
half-light
,
high-backed
chairs
with
deep
seats
and
wide
arms
,
made
for
the
tall
Wilkes
men
,
squatty
soft
chairs
of
velvet
with
velvet
hassocks
before
them
for
the
girls
.
Far
across
the
long
room
before
the
hearth
,
the
seven-foot
sofa
,
Ashley
's
favorite
seat
,
reared
its
high
back
,
like
some
huge
sleeping
animal
.
She
closed
the
door
except
for
a
crack
and
tried
to
make
her
heart
beat
more
slowly
.
She
tried
to
remember
just
exactly
what
she
had
planned
last
night
to
say
to
Ashley
,
but
she
could
n't
recall
anything
.
Had
she
thought
up
something
and
forgotten
it
--
or
had
she
only
planned
that
Ashley
should
say
something
to
her
?
She
could
n't
remember
,
and
a
sudden
cold
fright
fell
upon
her
.
If
her
heart
would
only
stop
pounding
in
her
ears
,
perhaps
she
could
think
of
what
to
say
.
But
the
quick
thudding
only
increased
as
she
heard
him
call
a
final
farewell
and
walk
into
the
front
hall
.
