First,she would be “prideful,”as Gerald had commanded.From the moment she arrived at Twelve Oaks,she would be her gayest,most spirited 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 ginger-whiskered old Frank Kennedy,who was Suellen's beau,on 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,because it would be more difficult otherwise.But if Ashley didn't make the first move,she would simply have to do it herself.
When they were finally alone,he would have fresh in his mind the picture of the other men thronging about her,he would be newly impressed with the fact that every one of them wanted her,and 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.And when she admitted it,modestly and sweetly,she would look a thousand things more.Of course,she would do it all in a ladylike way.She wouldn't even dream of saying to him boldly 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 with the moonlight streaming dimly over her,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!”
She raised her chin and her pale,black-fringed eyes sparkled in
the moonlight.Ellen had never told her that desire and attainment were two different matters;life had not taught her that the race was not to the swift.She lay in the silvery shadows with courage rising and 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 vanquish fate.
Chapter 5
It was ten o'clock in the morning.The day was warm for April and the golden sunlight streamed brilliantly into Scarlett's room through the blue curtains of the wide windows.The cream-colored walls glowed with light and the depth of the mahogany furniture gleamed deep red like wine,while the floor glistened as if it were glass,except where the rag rugs covered it and they were spots of gay color.
Already summer was in the air,the first hint of Georgia summer when the high tide of spring gives way reluctantly before a fiercer heat.A balmy,soft warmth poured into the room,heavy with velvety smells,redolent of many blossoms,of newly fledged trees and of the moist,freshly turned red earth.Through the window Scarlett could see the bright riot of the twin lines of daffodils bordering the graveled driveway and the golden masses of yellow jessamine spreading flowery sprangles modestly to the earth like crinolines.The mockingbirds and the jays,engaged in their old feud for possession of the magnolia tree beneath her window,were bickering,the jays strident,acrimonious,the mockers sweet voiced and plaintive.
Such a glowing morning usually called Scarlett to the window,to lean arms on the broad sill and drink in the scents and sounds of Tara.But,today she had no eye for sun or azure sky beyond a hasty thought,“Thank God,it isn't raining.”On the bed lay the apple-green,watered-silk ball dress with its festoons of ecru lace,neatly packed in a large cardboard box.It was ready to be carried to Twelve Oaks to be donned before the dancing began,but Scarlett shrugged at the sight of it.If her plans were successful,she would not wear that dress tonight.Long before the ball began,she and Ashley would be on their way to Jonesboro to be married.The troublesome question was—what dress should she wear to the barbecue?
What dress would best set off her charms and make her most irresistible to Ashley?Since eight o'clock she had been trying on and rejecting dresses,and now she stood dejected and irritable in lace pantalets,linen corset cover and three billowing lace and linen petticoats.Discarded garments lay about her on the floor,the bed,the chairs,in bright heaps of color and straying ribbons.
