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And
,
most
dreadful
of
all
,
they
could
in
no
way
indicate
an
interest
in
the
company
of
gentlemen
.
And
should
a
gentleman
be
so
ill
bred
as
to
indicate
an
interest
in
her
,
she
must
freeze
him
with
a
dignified
but
well-chosen
reference
to
her
dead
husband
.
Oh
,
yes
,
thought
Scarlett
,
drearily
,
some
widows
do
remarry
eventually
,
when
they
are
old
and
stringy
.
Though
Heaven
knows
how
they
manage
it
,
with
their
neighbors
watching
.
And
then
it
's
generally
to
some
desperate
old
widower
with
a
large
plantation
and
a
dozen
children
.
Marriage
was
bad
enough
,
but
to
be
widowed
--
oh
,
then
life
was
over
forever
!
How
stupid
people
were
when
they
talked
about
what
a
comfort
little
Wade
Hampton
must
be
to
her
,
now
that
Charles
was
gone
.
How
stupid
of
them
to
say
that
now
she
had
something
to
live
for
!
Everyone
talked
about
how
sweet
it
was
that
she
had
this
posthumous
token
of
her
love
and
she
naturally
did
not
disabuse
their
minds
.
But
that
thought
was
farthest
from
her
mind
.
She
had
very
little
interest
in
Wade
and
sometimes
it
was
difficult
to
remember
that
he
was
actually
hers
.
Every
morning
she
woke
up
and
for
a
drowsy
moment
she
was
Scarlett
O'Hara
again
and
the
sun
was
bright
in
the
magnolia
outside
her
window
and
the
mockers
were
singing
and
the
sweet
smell
of
frying
bacon
was
stealing
to
her
nostrils
.
She
was
carefree
and
young
again
.
Then
she
heard
the
fretful
hungry
wail
and
always
--
always
there
was
a
startled
moment
when
she
thought
:
"
Why
,
there
's
a
baby
in
the
house
!
"
Then
she
remembered
that
it
was
her
baby
.
It
was
all
very
bewildering
.
And
Ashley
!
Oh
,
most
of
all
Ashley
!
For
the
first
time
in
her
life
,
she
hated
Tara
,
hated
the
long
red
road
that
led
down
the
hill
to
the
river
,
hated
the
red
fields
with
springing
green
cotton
.
Every
foot
of
ground
,
every
tree
and
brook
,
every
lane
and
bridle
path
reminded
her
of
him
.
He
belonged
to
another
woman
and
he
had
gone
to
the
war
,
but
his
ghost
still
haunted
the
roads
in
the
twilight
,
still
smiled
at
her
from
drowsy
gray
eyes
in
the
shadows
of
the
porch
.
She
never
heard
the
sound
of
hooves
coming
up
the
river
road
from
Twelve
Oaks
that
for
a
sweet
moment
she
did
not
think
--
Ashley
!
She
hated
Twelve
Oaks
now
and
once
she
had
loved
it
.
She
hated
it
but
she
was
drawn
there
,
so
she
could
hear
John
Wilkes
and
the
girls
talk
about
him
--
hear
them
read
his
letters
from
Virginia
.
They
hurt
her
but
she
had
to
hear
them
.
She
disliked
the
stiff-necked
India
and
the
foolish
prattling
Honey
and
knew
they
disliked
her
equally
,
but
she
could
not
stay
away
from
them
.
And
every
time
she
came
home
from
Twelve
Oaks
,
she
lay
down
on
her
bed
morosely
and
refused
to
get
up
for
supper
.
It
was
this
refusal
of
food
that
worried
Ellen
and
Mammy
more
than
anything
else
.
Mammy
brought
up
tempting
trays
,
insinuating
that
now
she
was
a
widow
she
might
eat
as
much
as
she
pleased
,
but
Scarlett
had
no
appetite
.
When
Dr.
Fontaine
told
Ellen
gravely
that
heartbreak
frequently
led
to
a
decline
and
women
pined
away
into
the
grave
,
Ellen
went
white
,
for
that
fear
was
what
she
had
carried
in
her
heart
.
"
Is
n't
there
anything
to
be
done
,
Doctor
?
"
"
A
change
of
scene
will
be
the
best
thing
in
the
world
for
her
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
only
too
anxious
to
be
rid
of
an
unsatisfactory
patient
.
