“She did, and a sweet quiet thing she is, with never a word to say for herself, like a woman should be. Come now, daughter, don't lag.Your mother will be hunting for us.”
Scarlett's heart sank at the news. She had hoped against hope that something would keep Melanie Hamilton in Atlanta where she belonged, and the knowledge that even her father approved of her sweet quiet nature, so different from her own, forced her into the open.
“Was Ashley there, too?”
“He was.”Gerald let go of his daughter's ann and turned, peering sharply into her face.“And if that's why you came out here to wait for me, why didn't you say so without beating around the bush?”
Scarlett could think of nothing to say, and she felt her face growing red with annoyance.
“Well, speak up.”
Still she said nothing, wishing that it was permissible to shake one's fatherand tell him to hush his mouth.
“He was there and he asked most kindly after you, as did his sisters, and said they hoped nothing would keep you from the barbecue tomorrow. I'll warrant nothing will,”he said shrewdly.“And now, daughter, what's all this about you and Ashley?”
“There is nothing,”she said shortly, tugging at his arm.“Let's go in, Pa.”
“So now‘tis you wanting to go in,”he observed.“But here I'm going to stand till I'm understanding you. Now that I think of it,'tis strange you've been recently.Has he been trifling with you?Has he asked to marry you?”
“No,”she said shortly.
“Nor will he,”said Gerald.
Fury flamed in her, but Gerald waved her quiet with a hand.
“Hold your tongue, Miss!I had it from John Wilkes this afternoon in the strictest confidence that Ashley's to marry Miss Melanie. It's to be announced tomorrow.”
Scarlett's hand fell from his arm. So it was true!
A pain slashed at her heart as savagely as a wild animal's fangs. Through it all, she felt her father's eyes on her, a little pitying, a little annoyed at being faced with a problem for which he knew no answer.He loved Scarlett, but it made him uncomfortable to have her forcing her childish problems on him for a solution.Ellen knew all the answers.Scarlett should have taken her troubles to her.
“Is it a spectacle you've been making of yourself—of all of us?”he bawled, his voice rising as always in moments of excitement.“Have you been running after a man who's not in love with you, when you could have any of the bucks in the County?”
Anger and hurt pride drove out some of the pain.
“I haven't been running after him. It—it just surprised me.”
“It's lying you are!”said Gerald, and then, peering at her stricken face, he added in a burst of kindliness:“I'm sorry, daughter. But after all, you are nothing but a child and there's lots of other beaux.”
“Mother was only fifteen when she married you, and I'm sixteen,”said Scarlett, her voice muffled.
“Your mother was different,”said Gerald.“She was never flighty like you. Now come, daughter, cheer up, and I'll take you to Charleston next week to visit your Aunt Eulalie and, what with all the hullabaloo they are having over there about Fort Sumter, you'll be forgetting about Ashley in a week.”
“He thinks I'm a child,”thought Scarlett, grief and rage choking utterance,“and he's only got to dangle a new toy and I'll forget my bumps.”
“Now, don't be jerking your chin at me,”warned Gerald.“If you had any sense you'd have married Stuart or Brent Tarleton long ago. Think it over, daughter.Marry one of the twins and then the plantations will run together and Jim Tarleton and I will build you a fine house, right where they join, in that big pine grove and—”
“Will you stop treating me like a child!”cried Scarlett.“I don't want to go to Charleston or have a house or marry the twins. I only want—”
She caught herself but not in time.
Gerald's voice was strangely quiet and he spoke slowly as if drawing his words from a store of thought seldom used.
“It's only Ashley you're wanting, and you'll not be having him. And if he wanted to marry you,'twould be with misgivings that I'd say Yes, for all the fine friendship that’s between me and John Wilkes.”And, seeing her startled look, he continued:“I want my girl to be happy and you wouldn’t be happy with him.”
“Oh, I would!I would!”
“That you would not, daughter. Only when like marries like can there be any happiness.”
Scarlett had a sudden treacherous desire to cry out,“But you've been happy, and you and Mother aren't alike,”but she repressed it, fearing that he would box her ears for her impertinence.
“Our people and the Wilkes are different,”he went on slowly, fumbling for words.“The Wilkes are different from any of our neighbors—different from any family I ever knew. They are queer folk, and it's best that they marry their cousins and keep their queerness to themselves.”
“Why, Pa, Ashley is not—”
“Hold your whist, Puss!I said nothing against the lad, for I like him. Andwhen I say queer, it's not crazy I'm meaning.He's not queer like the Calverts who'd gamble everything they have on a horse, or the Tarletons who turn out a drunkard or two in every litter, or the Fontaines who are hot-headed little brutes and after murdering a man for a fancied slight.That kind of queerness is easy to understand for sure, and but for the grace of God Gerald O'Hara would be having all those faults!And I don’t mean that Ashley would run off with another woman, if you were his wife, or beat you.You’d be happier if he did, for at least you’d be understanding that.But he’s queer in other ways, and there’s no understanding him at all.I like him, but it’s neither heads nor tails I can make of most he says.Now, Puss, tell me true, do you understand his folderol about books and poetry and music and oil paintings and such foolishness?”
“Oh, Pa,”cried Scarlett impatiently,“if I married him, I'd change all that!”
