Gone with the Wind / Унесённые ветром

Gerald knew that despite the genuine liking of the County men with whom he hunted, drank and talked politics there was hardly one whose daughter he could marry.

“Pack up. We’re going to Savannah,” he told Pork.

James and Andrew, Gerald’s brothers, who now lived in Savannah, had left Ireland long before. They might have some advice to offer on this subject of marriage, and there might be daughters among their old friends who would both meet his requirements and find him acceptable as a husband. James and Andrew listened to his story patiently but they gave him little encouragement. They had no Savannah relatives to whom they might look for assistance, for they had been married when they came to America. And the daughters of their old friends had long since married and were raising small children of their own.

“You’re not a rich man and you haven’t a great family,” said James.

“I’ve made me money and I can make a great family. And I won’t be marrying just anyone.”

“You fly high,” observed Andrew, dryly.

But they did their best for Gerald. James and Andrew were old men and they stood well in Savannah. They had many friends, and for a month they carried Gerald from home to home, to suppers, dances and picnics.

“There’s only one who takes me eye,” Gerald said finally. “And she not even born when I landed here.”

“And who is it takes your eye?”

“Miss Ellen Robillard,” said Gerald, trying to speak casually.

“You old enough to be her father! And the girl wouldn’t have you anyway,” interposed Andrew. “She’s been in love with that cousin of hers, Philippe Robillard, for a year now.”

“He’s been gone to Louisiana this month now,” said Gerald.

“And how do you know?”

“I know,” answered Gerald, who did not want to tell that Pork had supplied this valuable information, or that Philippe had gone on the order of his family. “And I do not think she’s been so much in love with him that she won’t forget him. Fifteen is too young to know much about love.”

“They’d rather have that breakneck cousin for her than you.”

So, James and Andrew were as startled as anyone when the news came that the daughter of Pierre Robillard was to marry the little Irishman from up the country. Why the loveliest of the Robillard daughters should marry a loud-voiced, red-faced little man who came hardly up to her ears remained a mystery to all.

Gerald himself never quite knew how it all came about. He only knew that a miracle had happened when Ellen, very white but very calm, put a light hand on his arm and said: “I will marry you, Mr. O’Hara.”

Only Ellen and her mammy ever knew the whole story of the night when the girl sobbed till the dawn and rose up in the morning a woman with her mind made up.

With a bad feeling, Mammy had brought her young mistress a small package from New Orleans containing a miniature of Ellen, four letters in her own handwriting to Philippe Robillard, and a brief letter from a local priest, announcing the death of her cousin in a barroom brawl.

“They drove him away, Father and sisters. I hate them all. I never want to see them again. I will go away where I’ll never see them again, or this town, or anyone who reminds me of – of – him.”

So, Ellen, no longer Robillard, turned her back on Savannah, never to see it again, and with a middle-aged husband, Mammy, and twenty “house niggers” journeyed toward Tara.

The next year, their first child was born and they named her Katie Scarlett, after Gerald’s mother. If Ellen had ever regretted her sudden decision to marry Gerald, no one ever knew it, and north Georgia became her home.

At the time, the high tide of prosperity was rolling over the South. The world was crying out for cotton, and the new land of the County produced it abundantly. Cotton was the heartbeat of the region. Wealth came out of the furrows, and arrogance came too. If cotton could make them rich in one generation, how much richer they would be in the next!

This certainty of the morrow gave enthusiasm to life, and the County people enjoyed life with a heartiness that Ellen could never understand. They had money and slaves enough to give them time to play, and they liked to play. They seemed never too busy to drop work for a fish fry, a hunt or a horse race, and scarcely a week went by without its barbecue or ball.

She became the best-loved neighbor in the County. She was a thrifty and kind mistress, a good mother and a devoted wife. When Scarlett was a year old, Ellen’s second child, named Susan Elinor, but always called Suellen, was born, and in due time came Carreen, listed in the family Bible as Caroline Irene.

She quickly brought order, dignity and grace into Gerald’s household, and she gave Tara a beauty it had never had before.

Ellen’s life was not easy, nor was it happy, but she did not expect life to be easy, and, if it was not happy, that was woman’s lot. It was a man’s world, and she accepted it as such. The man owned the property, and the woman managed it. The man took the credit for the management, and the woman praised his cleverness. Men were rough of speech and often drunk. Women put the drunkards to bed without bitter words. Men were rude and outspoken, women were always kind, gracious and forgiving.

She intended that her three daughters should be great ladies also. With her younger daughters, she had success. But Scarlett, child of Gerald, found the road to ladyhood hard.

To Mammy’s indignation, her preferred playmates were not her sisters or the well-brought-up Wilkes girls but the negro children on the plantation and the boys of the neighborhood, and she could climb a tree or throw a rock as well as any of them. But Ellen was more tolerant. She knew that from childhood playmates grew beaux in later years, and the first duty of a girl was to get married. She told herself that the child was merely full of life and there was still time in which to teach her the airs and graces of being attractive to men.

Despite several governesses and two years at the Fayetteville Female Academy, Scarlett’s education was sketchy, but no girl in the County danced more gracefully than she. She knew how to smile so that her dimples leaped, how to look up into a man’s face and then drop her eyes. Most of all she learned how to conceal from men a sharp intelligence beneath a face as sweet and bland as a baby’s.

Ellen tried to teach her the qualities that would make her truly desirable as a wife.

“You must be more gentle, dear,” Ellen told her daughter. “You must not interrupt gentlemen when they are speaking, even if you do think you know more about matters than they do. Gentlemen do not like forward girls.”

At sixteen, thanks to Mammy and Ellen, Scarlett looked sweet and charming, but she was, in reality, self-willed, vain and obstinate. She had the passions of her Irish father. And Mammy and Ellen sometimes feared they would not be able to conceal her wrong qualities until she had made a good match. But Scarlett intended to marry – and marry Ashley – and she was willing to appear shy and meek, if those were the qualities that attracted men. She knew only that if she did or said thus- and-so, men would immediately respond with the 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 hunting for the same prey – man.

All women with the one exception of her mother.

To her, Ellen represented the complete security. She knew that her mother was the source 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. But, until then…

Chapter IV

That night at supper, Scarlett presided over the table in her mother’s absence, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the dreadful news she had heard about Ashley and Melanie. She wanted her mother to return from the Slatterys’, for, without her, she felt lost and alone.

Of course, she did not intend to tell her mother what was so heavy on her heart, for Ellen would be shocked to know that her daughter wanted a man who was engaged to another girl.

She rose suddenly from her chair at the sound of creaking wheels. Then there were excited negro voices and laughter in the darkness of the yard. There was some whispering, and Pork entered, his eyes rolling and his teeth showing.

“Mist’ Gerald,” he announced, the pride of a bridegroom all over his shining face, “you’ new ’oman done come.”

“New woman? I didn’t buy any new woman,” declared Gerald, pretending to glare.

“Yassah, you did, Mist’ Gerald!” answered Pork, giggling in excitement.

“Well, bring in the bride,” said Gerald, and Pork, turning, beckoned into the hall to his wife, newly arrived from the Wilkes plantation to become part of the household of Tara. She entered, and behind her, almost hidden by her skirts, came her twelveyear-old daughter.

Dilcey was tall and held herself straight. She might have been any age from thirty to sixty, so unlined was her immobile bronze face. Indian blood was seen in her features which showed the mixture of two races. When she spoke, she chose her words carefully.

“Good evenin’, young Misses. Mist’ Gerald, I is sorry to ’sturb you, but I wanted to come here and thank you agin fo’ buyin’ me and my chile.”

Dilcey turned to Scarlett and smiled. “Miss Scarlett, and I’m gwine give you my Prissy fo’ yo’ own maid.”

She pushed the little girl forward. She was a brown little creature, with skinny legs and a myriad of pigtails sticking out from her head. She had sharp eyes that missed nothing and a stupid look on her face.

“Thank you, Dilcey,” Scarlett replied, “but I’m afraid Mammy will have something to say about that. She’s been my maid ever since I was born.”