“Not Southerners. It’s harder for speculators’ money to get into the best parlors than for the camel to go through the needle’s eye. And as for Scalawags—that’s you and me， my pet—we’ll be lucky if we aren’t spit upon. But if you’d like to try， I’ll back you， my dear， and I’m sure I shall enjoy your campaign intensely. And while we are on the subject of money， let me make this clear to you. You can have all the cash you want for the house and all you want for your fal-lals. And if you like jewelry， you can have it but I’m going to pick it out. You have such execrable taste， my pet. And anything you want for Wade or Ella. And if Will Benteen can’t make a go of the cotton， I’m willing to chip in and help out on that white elephant in Clayton County that you love so much. That’s fair enough， isn’t it？”
“Of course. You’re very generous.”
“But listen closely. Not one cent for the store and not one cent for that kindling factory of yours.”
“Oh，” said Scarlett， her face falling. All during the honeymoon she had been thinking how she could bring up the subject of the thousand dollars she needed to buy fifty feet more of land to enlarge her lumber yard.
“I thought you always bragged about being broad minded and not caring what people said about my running a business， and you’re just like every other man—so afraid people will say I wear the pants in the family.”
“There’s never going to be any doubt in anybody’s mind about who wears the pants in the Butler family，” drawled Rhett. “I don’t care what fools say. In fact， I’m ill bred enough to be proud of having a smart wife. I want you to keep on running the store and the mills. They are your children’s. When Wade grows up he won’t feel right about being supported by his stepfather， and then he can take over the management. But not one cent of mine goes into either business.”
“Why？”
“Because I don’t care to contribute to the support of Ashley Wilkes.”
“Are you going to begin that again？”
“No. But you asked my reasons and I have given them. And another thing. Don’t think you can juggle books on me and lie about how much your clothes cost and how much it takes to run the house， so that you can use the money to buy more mules or another mill for Ashley. I intend to look over and carefully check your expenditures and I know what things cost. Oh， don’t get insulted. You’d do it. I wouldn’t put it beyond you. In fact， I wouldn’t put anything beyond you where either Tara or Ashley is concerned. I don’t mind Tara. But I must draw the line at Ashley. I’m riding you with a slack rein， my pet， but don’t forget that I’m riding with curb and spurs just the same.”
CHAPTER XLIX
MRS. ELSING cocked her ear toward the hall. Hearing Melanie’s steps die away into the kitchen where rattling dishes and clinking silverware gave promise of refreshments， she turned and spoke softly to the ladies who sat in a circle in the parlor， their sewing baskets in their laps.
“Personally， I do not intend to call on Scarlett now or ever，” she said， the chill elegance of her face colder than usual.
The other members of the Ladies’ Sewing Circle for the Widows and Orphans of the Confederacy eagerly laid down their needles and edged their rocking chairs closer. All the ladies had been bursting to discuss Scarlett and Rhett but Melanie’s presence prevented it. Just the day before， the couple had returned from New Orleans and they were occupying the bridal suite at the National Hotel.
“Hugh says that I must call out of courtesy for the way Captain Butler saved his life，” Mrs. Elsing continued. “And poor Fanny sides with him and says she will call too. I said to her ‘Fanny，’ I said， ‘if it wasn’t for Scarlett， Tommy would be alive this minute. It is an insult to his memory to call.’ And Fanny had no better sense than to say ‘Mother， I’m not calling on Scarlett. I’m calling on Captain Butler. He tried his best to save Tommy and it wasn’t his fault if he failed.’ ”
“How silly young people are！” said Mrs. Merriwether. “Call， indeed！” Her stout bosom swelled indignantly as she remembered Scarlett’s rude reception of her advice on marrying Rhett. “My Maybelle is just as silly as your Fanny. She says she and René will call， because Captain Butler kept René from getting hanged. And I said if it hadn’t been for Scarlett exposing herself， René would never have been in any danger. And Father Merriwether intends to call and he talks like he was in his dotage and says he’s grateful to that scoundrel， even if I’m not. I vow， since Father Merriwether was in that Watling creature’s house he has acted in a disgraceful way. Call， indeed！ I certainly shan’t call. Scarlett has outlawed herself by marrying such a man. He was bad enough when he was a speculator during the war and ****** money out of our hunger but now that he is hand in glove with the Carpetbaggers and Scalawags and a friend—actually a friend of that odious wretch， Governor Bullock— Call， indeed！”
Mrs. Bonnell sighed. She was a plump brown wren of a woman with a cheerful face.
“They’ll only call once， for courtesy， Dolly. I don’t know that I blame them. I’ve heard that all the men who were out that night intend to call， and I think they should. Somehow， it’s hard for me to think that Scarlett is her mother’s child. I went to school with Ellen Robillard in Savannah and there was never a lovelier girl than she was and she was very dear to me. If only her father had not opposed her match with her cousin， Philippe Robillard！ There was nothing really wrong with the boy—boys must sow their wild oats. But Ellen must run off and marry old man O’Hara and have a daughter like Scarlett. But really， I feel that I must call once out of memory to Ellen.”
“Sentimental nonsense！” snorted Mrs. Merriwether with vigor. “Kitty Bonnell， are you going to call on a woman who married a bare year after her husband’s death？ A woman—”