Between them,they taught her all that a gentlewoman should know,but she learned only the outward signs of gentility.The inner grace from which these signs should spring,she never learned nor did she see any reason for learning it.Appearances were enough,for the appearances of ladyhood won her popularity and that was all she wanted.Gerald bragged that she was the belle of five counties,and with some truth,for she had received proposals from nearly all the young men in the neighborhood and many from places as far away as Atlanta and Savannah.
At sixteen,thanks to Mammy and Ellen,she looked sweet,charming and giddy,but she was,in reality,self-willed,vain and obstinate.She had the easily stirred passions of her Irish father and nothing except the thinnest veneer of her mother's unselfish and forbearing nature.Ellen never fully realized that it was only a veneer,for Scarlett always showed her best face to her mother,concealing her escapades,curbing her temper and appearing as sweet-natured as she could in Ellen's presence,for her mother could shame her to tears with a reproachful glance.
But Mammy was under no illusions about her and was constantly alert for breaks in the veneer.Mammy's eyes were sharper than Ellen's,and Scarlett could never recall in all her life having fooled Mammy for long.
It was not that these two loving mentors deplored Scarlett's high spirits,vivacity and charm.These were traits of which Southern women were proud.It was Gerald's headstrong and impetuous nature in her that gave them concern,and they sometimes feared they would not be able to conceal her damaging qualities until she had made a good match.But Scarlett intended to marry—and marry Ashley—and she was willing to appear demure,pliable and scatterbrained,if those were the qualities that attracted men.
Just why men should be this way,she did not know.She only knew that such methods worked.It never interested her enough to try to think out the reason for it,for she knew nothing of the inner workings of any human being's mind,not even her own.She knew only that if she did or said thus-and-so,men would unerringly respond with the complementary thus-and-so.It was like a mathematical formula and no more difficult,for mathematics was the one subject that had come easy to Scarlett in her schooldays.
If she knew little about men's minds,she knew even less about the minds of women,for they interested her less.She had never had a girl friend,and she never felt any lack on that account.To her,all women,including her two sisters,were natural enemies in pursuit of the same prey—man.
All women with the one exception of her mother.
Ellen O'Hara was different,and Scarlett regarded her as something holy and apart from all the rest of humankind.When Scarlett was a child,she had confused her mother with the Virgin Mary,and now that she was older she saw no reason for changing her opinion.To her,Ellen represented the utter security that only Heaven or a mother can give.She knew that her mother was the embodiment of justice,truth,loving tenderness and profound wisdom—a great lady.
Scarlett wanted very much to be like her mother.The only difficulty was that by being just and truthful and tender and unselfish,one missed most of the joys of life,and certainly many beaux.And life was too short to miss such pleasant things.Some day when she was married to Ashley and old,some day when she had time for it,she intended to be like Ellen.
Chapter 4
That night at supper,Scarlett went through the motions of presiding over the table in her mother's absence,but her mind was in a ferment over the dreadful news she had heard about Ashley and Melanie.Desperately she longed for her mother's return from the Slatterys',for,without her,she felt lost and alone.What right had the Slatterys and their everlasting sickness to take Ellen away from home just at this time when she,Scarlett,needed her so much?
Throughout the dismal meal,Gerald's booming voice battered against her ears until she thought she could endure it no longer.
He had forgotten completely about his conversation with her that afternoon and was carrying on a monologue about the latest news from Fort Sumter,which he punctuated by hammering his fist on the table and waving his arms in the air.Gerald made a habit of dominating the conversation at mealtimes,and usually,Scarlett,occupied with her own thoughts,scarcely heard him;but tonight she could not shut out his voice,no matter how much she strained to listen for the sound of carriage wheels that would herald Ellen's return.
Of course,she did not intend to tell her mother what was so heavy on her heart,for Ellen would be shocked and grieved to know that a daughter of hers wanted a man who was engaged to another girl.
But,in the depths of the first tragedy she had ever known,she wanted the very comfort of her mother's presence.She always felt secure when Ellen was by her,for there was nothing so bad that Ellen could not better it,simply by being there.
She rose suddenly from her chair at the sound of creaking wheels in the driveway and then sank down again as they went on around the house to the back yard.It could not be Ellen,for she would alight at the front steps.Then there was an excited babble of negro voices in the darkness of the yard and high-pitched negro laughter.Looking out the window,Scarlett saw Pork,who had left the room a moment before,holding high a flaring pine knot,while indistinguishable figures descended from a wagon.The laughter and talking rose and fell in the dark night air,pleasant,homely,carefree sounds,gutturally soft,musically shrill.Then feet shuffled up the back-porch stairs and into the passageway leading to the main house,stopping in the hall just outside the dining room.There was a brief interval of whispering,and Pork entered,his usual dignity gone,his eyes rolling and his write teeth a-gleam.
