Gone with the Wind / Унесённые ветром. Маргарет Митчелл
right in pink.”
“Mother, can I stay up for the ball tomorrow night? I’m thirteen now —”
“Mrs. O’Hara, would you believe it! Cade Calvert was in Atlanta this morning and he says the news from Charleston is that they won’t tolerate any more Yankee insults.”
Ellen’s tired mouth smiled and she addressed herself first to her husband, as a wife should.
“If the nice people of Charleston feel that way, I’m sure we will all feel the same way soon,” she said. “No, Carreen, next year, dear. Then you can stay up for balls and wear grown-up dresses. Don’t pout, dear. You can go to the barbecue, remember that, and stay up through supper, but no balls until you are fourteen.”
“Give me your gown, Scarlett, I will fix the lace for you after prayers.
“Suellen, I do not like your tone, dear. Your pink gown is lovely and suitable to your complexion, Scarlett’s is to hers. But you may wear my garnet necklace tomorrow night.”
Suellen, behind her mother’s back, wrinkled her nose triumphantly at Scarlett, who had been planning to beg the necklace for herself. Scarlett put out her tongue at her.
“Now, Mr. O’Hara, tell me more about what Mr. Calvert said about Charleston,” said Ellen.
Scarlett knew her mother cared nothing at all about war and politics, but it gave Gerald pleasure to air his views.
While Gerald was talking, Mammy set the plates before her mistress. Ellen ate properly, but Scarlett could see that she was too tired to know what she was eating.
When the dish was empty, Ellen rose.
“We’ll be having prayers?” Gerald questioned, reluctantly.
“Yes. The lamp, please, Pork, and my prayer book, Mammy.”
Ellen closed her eyes and began praying, her voice rising and falling, lulling and soothing. Heads bowed as Ellen thanked God for the health and happiness of her home, her family and her negroes.
When she had finished her prayers, she began the Rosary: “Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now, and at the hour of our death.”
Despite her heartache, a deep sense of quiet and peace fell upon Scarlett as it always did at this hour. Some of the disappointment of the day and the dread of the morrow went away from her, leaving a feeling of hope.
She dropped her head upon her folded hands so that her mother could not see her face, and her thoughts went sadly back to Ashley. How could he be planning to marry Melanie when he really loved her, Scarlett? And when he knew how much she loved him? How could he break her heart?
Then, suddenly, an idea, shining and new, flashed like a comet through her brain.
“Why, Ashley hasn’t an idea that I’m in love with him! How could he know? I’ve always acted so prissy and ladylike and touch-me-not around him he probably thinks I don’t care a thing about him except as a friend. Yes, that’s why he’s never spoken! He thinks his love is hopeless. And that’s why he’s looked so -
“He’s been broken hearted because he thinks I’m in love with Brent or Stuart or Cade. And probably he thinks that if he can’t have me, he might as well please his family and marry Melanie. But if he knew I did love him —”
Her spirits went from deepest depression to excited happiness. This was the answer to Ashley’s strange conduct. He didn’t know! If he knew she loved him, he would hasten to her side. She had only to -
“Oh! What a fool I’ve been not to think of this till now! I must think of some way to let him know. He wouldn’t marry her if he knew I loved him! How could he?”
Even now, it wasn’t too late! And Ashley’s engagement had not even been announced yet! Yes, there was plenty of time!
If no love lay between Ashley and Melanie but only a promise given long ago, then why wasn’t it possible for him to break that promise and marry her? Surely he would do it, if he knew that she, Scarlett, loved him. She must find some way to let him know. She would find some way! And then -
When the last “Amen” sounded, they all rose.
Scarlett entered her room, set the candle on the chest of drawers and chose the dancing dress that needed stitching. Throwing it across her arm, she crossed the hall quietly. The door of her parents’ bedroom was slightly ajar and, before she could knock, Ellen’s voice came to her ears.
“Mr. O’Hara, you must dismiss Jonas Wilkerson.”
Gerald exploded. “And where will I be getting another overseer who wouldn’t be cheating me?”
“He must be dismissed, immediately, tomorrow morning. Big Sam is a good foreman and he can take over the duties until you can hire another overseer.”
“Ah, ha!” came Gerald’s voice. “So, I understand! Then the worthy Jonas sired the —”
“He must be dismissed.”
“So, he is the father of Emmie Slattery’s baby,” thought Scarlett. “Oh, well, what else can you expect from a Yankee man and a white trash girl?”
Then, after a pause, she knocked on the door and handed the dress to her mother.
By the time Scarlett had undressed and blown out the candle, her plan for tomorrow had worked itself out in every detail. It was a simple plan. First, she would be “prideful,” as Gerald had commanded. From the moment she arrived at Twelve Oaks, she would be her gayest self. No one would suspect that she had ever been downhearted because of Ashley and Melanie. And she would flirt with every man there. That would be cruel to Ashley, but it would make him yearn for her all the more. She wouldn’t overlook a man of marriageable age, from old Frank Kennedy, who was Suellen’s beau, down to shy, quiet, blushing Charles Hamilton, Melanie’s brother. They would swarm around her like bees around a hive, and certainly Ashley would be drawn from Melanie to join the circle of her admirers. Then somehow she would maneuver to get a few minutes alone with him, away from the crowd. She hoped everything would work out that way. But if Ashley didn’t make the first move, she would simply have to do it herself.
On realizing how popular she was, that look of sadness and despair would be in his eyes. Then she would make him happy again by letting him discover that, popular though she was, she preferred him above any other man in all the world. Of course, she would do it all in a ladylike way. She wouldn’t say to him that she loved him – that would never do. But the manner of telling him was a detail that troubled her not at all. She had managed such situations before and she could do it again.
Lying in the bed, she pictured the whole scene in her mind. She saw the look of surprise and happiness that would come over his face when he realized that she really loved him, and she heard the words he would say asking her to be his wife.
Naturally, she would have to say then that she simply couldn’t think of marrying a man when he was engaged to another girl, but he would insist and finally she would let herself be persuaded. Then they would decide to run off to Jonesboro that very afternoon and -
Why, by this time tomorrow night, she might be Mrs. Ashley Wilkes!
She sat up in bed, hugging her knees, and for a long happy moment she was Mrs. Ashley Wilkes – Ashley’s bride! Then a slight chill entered her heart. Suppose it didn’t work out this way? Suppose Ashley didn’t beg her to run away with him? Resolutely she pushed the thought from her mind.
“I won’t think of that now,” she said firmly. “If I think of it now, it will upset me. There’s no reason why things won’t come out the way I want them – if he loves me. And I know he does!”
Ellen had never told her that desire and achievement were two different matters. She made the plans that a sixteen-year- old makes when life has been so pleasant that defeat is an impossibility and a pretty dress and a clear complexion are weapons to fi ght fate.
Chapter V
It was ten o’clock in the morning. The day was warm for April and the golden sunlight streamed into