Gone with the Wind another bet

When eating omelets the next morning, Aunt Pittypat was crying, Melanie was silent, and Scarlett was indifferent.

Weeping and wringing his hands, Pittypat said, "I can't believe my eyes, this nasty Captain Butler has put you in such a spotlight, and he's a terrible, terrific fellow, Scarlett." Lie. Mrs. Coleman, Mrs. Whiting's cousin, her husband just came from Charleston, and she told me about this man's love brother, who is a scum of a good family--ah, how could the Butlers raise What a bastard like him! He's got a bad reputation in Charleston, no one to entertain, and a girl involved--that kind of shit Mrs. Coleman would be ashamed to hear-- -"

"Well, I don't believe he could be that bad," Melanie said mildly. "He looks like a downright gentleman, and you only have to think about how brave he was when he ran the blockade."

Scarlett thought it didn't matter if she was not a widow and danced, but she didn't expect Rhett's bad reputation to bring her so much trouble.Although he was so angry yesterday, at least he is very interested in her, so she feels that the future is still bright, and the road will be a little bit tortuous.So, she decided to play the card of warmth: "I know about Mr. Butler and that girl, and I admire his actions. Why do you marry a woman you don't love? Just because you didn't send her home on time Is it? And the dance with him yesterday, I don't think there is anything worthy of discussion, is it Dr. Meade's suggestion? And for our great cause, my fiancé gave his life, It's nothing if I go to dance, not to mention that the other party is a warrior who crossed the blockade to bring us supplies, I believe Charles will definitely support me in doing this." Scarlett dropped a few words after finishing speaking. She shed tears, but thought in her heart that if Cheng Yunian didn't take him back to China, maybe he would be able to develop in Hollywood in the future.

"I see--" said Petey, "yes, I think I'd better write to Henry and talk about it--as much as I hate to--but he's our family The only man, let him reproach Captain Butler—ah, my dear, if only Charlie was still alive——Scarlett, you must never pay attention to that man again !"

Melanie sat there in silence, her hands on her lap, and the omelette on the plate was cold.She stood up, walked behind Scarlett, and threw her arms around her neck.

"Don't be sad," she said, "my dear. I know you did a brave thing last night, and it helped the hospital a lot. If anyone says a word about you, I'll rise up against them. ...Aunt Pitty, don't cry. Scarlett is suffering enough, she is still a child." She played with Scarlett's black hair with her fingers. "Perhaps it would be better if we went out and socialized a little now and then. Maybe we're too self-absorbed and stay at home morosely. Wartime isn't what it used to be. Now, Scarlett, take your time, People don't say anything once they know. We know you love Charlie."

Pittypat was gently wiping his eyes under the comfort of Melanie when Prissy came running in with a thick letter.

"For you, Miss Melanie, brought to you by a nigger."

"Mine?" said Melanie in surprise, opening the envelope.

Scarlett was eating her omelet and didn't pay attention until she realized Melanie was whimpering and looked up and saw Aunt Pittypat putting a hand on her chest.

"Ashley's dead?" screamed Pittypat, throwing his head back and letting his arms hang limp.

"Ah, my God! How is it possible?" Scarlett also called out, shouldn't it be according to the plot?

"No! No!" cried Melanie, "Scarlett! Quick! Get her smelling salts. Smell, sniff, darling, do you feel better? Suck hard. No, no Ashley, I'm sorry for scaring you, I cried because I was so happy," she suddenly let go of the clasped hand, put something in her hand to her lips and kissed it . "I'm so happy," said, with another sob.

Scarlett took a quick look and saw that it was a thick, heavy gold ring.

"Read it," said Melanie, pointing to the letter on the floor, "ah, what a kind heart he is!" Wrote: "The Confederacy may need the blood of its men, but not the blood of its ladies' love. Please accept this token of my tribute to your courage, dear lady, and please don't think Your sacrifice is meaningless, because the ring was redeemed for ten times its value, Captain Rhett Butler." Melanie put the ring on her finger, and looked at it cherishingly.

"I told you he was a gentleman, didn't I?" she said, turning to Pittypat, a bright smile escaping from the tears on her face. "Only a noble and caring gentleman would have thought how much that hurt me—I would have offered my gold chain instead. Aunt Pittypat, please, you must write a note to ask him Sunday Come to lunch so I can thank him in person."

Scarlett was very happy about this situation, she knew that it was not because of the nobleness of Captain Butler that he made such a heroic act.It was because he wanted an invitation to Pittypat's house and had worked out exactly how to get it.

A few days later, Ellen's letter came, which not only expressed sadness for Scarlett's behavior, but also said that Gerald would pick her up.Scarlett expressed that she is not worried about this, she is confident that this matter can be handled, and there is Rhett.

When Gerald arrived the next afternoon, Pittypat was ill in bed.Several times she sent messages of apology from her closed bedroom, and ordered the two girls to preside over the dinner.Gerald, though he kissed Scarlett too, gave Melanie an approving twist on the cheek, and called "Lady Melanie," all the while maintaining an uneasy silence.Scarlett felt bad and thought it would be much better to let him yell and curse.Melanie clung to Scarlett like a shadow, and Gerald was too refined a gentleman to scold his daughter in front of her.Scarlett had to admit that Melanie had done things as well as if she hadn't known what was wrong, and had tactfully kept him busy talking at the beginning of dinner.

The wine was on the table, and the girls got up to go away, when Gerald cast a stern look on his daughter, frowning, and bade her to remain alone with him for a while.

Scarlett looked at Melanie helplessly. Melanie had no choice but to wring the handkerchief in her hand, walked out quietly, and gently closed the two sliding doors.

"Yes, girl!" exclaimed Gerald, pouring himself a glass of wine. "You did a good job! Your fiancé died just a few days ago? You are looking for another husband."

"Father, how can you say that, I'm only for our great cause. Although Captain Butler had a bad reputation in the past, he is now risking his life to deliver supplies to us every day. Charles has sacrificed for our cause And I just did a dance." Scarlett started to cry as she said that, she knew that her father had a hot temper, but he loved her daughter very much.

"Don't cry, I don't want to say more tonight, because I'm going to see this beautiful Captain Butler, who is playing with my daughter's reputation, but tomorrow morning--now you don't cry Well, it won't do you any good. I've decided that you'll come back to Tara with me to-morrow morning, lest you disgrace us all again. Don't cry, good boy, and look what I've brought you! It's not A pretty present? Look! You're giving me all this trouble, telling me to come all the way here when I'm so busy? Don't cry!"