飘（乱世佳人） 作者：玛格丽特.米切尔
Gone with the Wind 飘（乱世佳人） 作者：玛格丽特.米切尔

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    CHAPTER IX
    第九章
    
    
    SCARLETT sat in the window of her bedroom that midsummer morning and disconsolately watched the wagons and carriages full of girls, soldiers and chaperons ride gaily out Peachtree road in search of woodland decorations for the bazaar which was to be held that evening for the benefit of the hospitals. The red road lay checkered in shade and sun glare beneath the over-arching trees and the many hooves kicked up little red clouds of dust. One wagon, ahead of the others, bore four stout negroes with axes to cut evergreens and drag down the vines, and the back of this wagon was piled high with napkin-covered hampers, split-oak baskets of lunch and a dozen watermelons. Two of the black bucks were equipped with banjo and harmonica and they were rendering a spirited version of “If You Want to Have a Good Time, Jine the Cavalry.” Behind them streamed the merry cavalcade, girls cool in flowered cotton dresses, with light shawls, bonnets and mitts to protect their skins and little parasols held over their heads; elderly ladies placid and smiling amid the laughter and carriage-to-carriage calls and jokes; convalescents from the hospitals wedged in between stout chaperons and slender girls who made great fuss and to-do over them; officers on horseback idling at snail’s pace beside the carriages—wheels creaking, spurs jingling, gold braid gleaming, parasols bobbing, fans swishing, negroes singing. Everybody was riding out Peachtree road to gather greenery and have a picnic and melon cutting. Everybody, thought Scarlett, morosely, except me.
    那年夏天的一个早晨，思嘉坐在卧室的窗前，满肚子不高兴地观看好些大车和马车载着姑娘们、大兵和他们的陪伴人，兴高采烈地驶离桃树街，到林地去采集松柏之类的装饰物，准备给当天晚上要为医院福利举办的义卖会使用。阳光在枝柯如拱的大树下闪烁，那条红土大道在树荫中光影斑驳，纷纷而过的马蹄扬起一阵阵云雾般的红色尘土。有辆大车走在最前面，载着四个粗壮的黑人，他们携着斧子准备去砍常青树和把上面的藤蔓扯下来；大车背上高高地堆放着一些盖着餐巾的大篮子，橡树条编成的午餐盒和十几只西瓜。黑人中有两个带着班卓琴和口琴，他们正在热情奔放地演奏《骑士詹恩，如果你想过得快乐》。他们后面滚滚而来的是大队人马，女孩子们穿着薄薄的花布衣裳，披着轻纱，戴着帽子和保护皮肤的长手套，头顶上还撑着小小的阳桑年纪大一些的太太们夹杂在那些笑声和马车与马车间的呼唤戏谑之中，显得心平气和，笑容满面。从医院来的康复病人挤在壮实的陪伴人和苗条的姑娘们中间，听凭姑娘们放肆的挑剔和嘲笑。军官们沿着马懒洋洋地在马车旁边慢慢移动----轮声辚辚，马刺丁当，金色的穗带闪闪发光，小阳伞前后碰撞，扇子纷纷挥舞，黑人们放声歌唱。人人都离开桃树街去采集青枝绿叶，举行野宴和吃西瓜去了。思嘉郁郁不乐地想。除了我，人人都去了。
    They all waved and called to her as they went by and she tried to respond with a good grace, but it was difficult. A hard little pain had started in her heart and was traveling slowly up toward her throat where it would become a lump and the lump would soon become tears. Everybody was going to the picnic except her. And everybody was going to the bazaar and the ball tonight except her. That is everybody except her and Pittypat and Melly and the other unfortunates in town who were in mourning. But Melly and Pittypat did not seem to mind. It had not even occurred to them to want to go. It had occurred to Scarlett. And she did want to go, tremendously.
    他们经过时都向她挥手致意，她也尽量装出高兴的样子来回答，但那是很困难的。她心里开始隐隐作痛，这疼痛慢慢向喉咙，并在那里结成一块，随即化为眼泪。除她以外，人人都去野餐了。除她以外，人人都要参加今晚的义卖和舞会。
    It simply wasn’t fair. She had worked twice as hard as any girl in town, getting things ready for the bazaar. She had knitted socks and baby caps and afghans and mufflers and tatted yards of lace and painted china hair receivers and mustache cups. And she had embroidered half a dozen sofa-pillow cases with the Confederate flag on them. (The stars were a bit lopsided, to be sure, some of them being almost round and others having six or even seven points, but the effect was good.) Yesterday she had worked until she was worn out in the dusty old bam of an Armory draping yellow and pink and green cheesecloth on the booths that lined the walls. Under the supervision of the Ladies’ Hospital Committee, this was plain hard work and no fun at all. It was never fun to be around Mrs. Merriwether and Mrs. Elsing and Mrs. Whiting and have them boss you like you were one of the darkies. And have to listen to them brag about how popular their daughters were. And, worst of all, she had burned two blisters on her fingers helping Pittypat and Cookie make layer cakes for raffling.
    这就是说，除了她和皮蒂帕特和媚兰以及城里其他正中服丧的不幸者之外，所有的人都去啊！可是媚兰和皮蒂好像并不在意。她们甚至并不想参加，只有思嘉才想呢。她可真的非常想去呀。
    And now, having worked like a field hand, she had to retire decorously when the fun was just beginning. Oh, it wasn’t fair that she should have a dead husband and a baby yelling in the next room and be out of everything that was pleasant. Just a little over a year ago, she was dancing and wearing bright clothes instead of this dark mourning and was practically engaged to three boys. She was only seventeen now and there was still a lot of dancing left in her feet. Oh, it wasn’t fair! Life was going past her, down a hot shady summer road, life with gray uniforms and jingling spurs and flowered organdie dresses and banjos playing. She tried not to smile and wave too enthusiastically to the men she knew best, the ones she’d nursed in the hospital, but it was hard to subdue her dimples, hard to look as though her heart were in the grave—when it wasn’t.
    这简直太人公平了。她比城里的任何一个姑娘都加倍努力，为义卖做好了筹备工作。她编织了袜子、婴儿帽、毯子、围巾、织了不少的花边，画了许多瓷发缸和须杯，她还做了好几个上面绣有美国国旗的沙发枕套。（上面的星星确实偏了一点，有些几乎成了圆的，其余的有六个甚至七个尖头，但效果还是很好。）昨天她在到处是灰尘的旧军械库里，给排列在墙边的展品摊悬挂黄红绿三色帷布，直累得精疲力荆这是医院妇女委员会监督下的一桩几乎而艰苦的工作，决不是好玩的。要知道，在梅里韦里瑟太太、埃尔辛太太和惠廷太太左右，由她们这样的人主管，你简直就成人了黑人劳工队中的一员，一点也马虎不得。你还得听她们吹嘘自己的女儿有多少人在爱慕。而且，最糟糕的是，思嘉在帮皮蒂帕特和厨娘烙千层饼准备抽签售卖时，她的手指烫起了两个水泡呢。
    Her bowing and waving were abruptly halted when Pittypat entered the room, panting as usual from climbing the stairs, and jerked her away from the window unceremoniously.
    现在，她已经像个大田劳工那样苦干了许久，好玩的时候看就要开始了，可是她却不得不乖乖地退下来。啊，这世界多不公道，她嬷嬷有一个死了的丈夫，一个婴儿在隔壁房间里哇哇大哭，以致被排除在一切娱乐之外。刚刚一年多一点以前她还在跳舞，还在穿鲜艳的衣裳（而不是这件黑色丧服），并且实际上同三个小伙子有恋爱关系。现在她才１７岁，还有许多的舞好跳呢。啊，这是不公道的！生活在她面前走过，沿着一条夏季的林荫大道；生活中有的是穿灰服制的人和丁当响的马刺，薄薄的花布衣裳和声调悠扬的五弦瑟。她想不要对自己最熟悉的些男人，那些她在医院里护理过的男人微笑挥手，可是又很难制止脸上的酒窝，很难装出自己的心已进入坟墓的样子----因为它并没有进去呀！
    “Have you lost your mind, honey, waving at men out of your bedroom window? I declare, Scarlett, I’m shocked! What would your mother say?”
    她突然停止点头和挥手了，因为皮蒂帕特已走进屋来她像平常那样因爬楼梯而气喘吁吁，并且很不礼貌地把她从窗口拉开。
    “Well, they didn’t know it was my bedroom.”
    “居然向你卧窗外的男人挥起手了？难道你发疯了，宝贝，我说，思嘉，我简直给吓坏了！要是你母亲知道了会怎么说呢？”“唔，他们不知道这是我的卧室呀。”“可是他们会猜想这是你的卧室，那不一样糟糕吗？宝贝，你千万不能做这种事。人人都会议论你，说你不规矩----而且无论如何梅里韦瑟太太知道这是你的卧室嘛？”“而且我想她会告诉所有的小伙子，这只老猫！”“宝贝，别说了！多丽·梅里韦瑟可是我最要好的朋友埃”“唔，老猫总归是老猫----啊，对不起，你不要哭！姑妈，我忘了这是我卧室的窗口了。我再也不这样了----我----我是想看看他们从这儿走过。我也想去呢。”“宝贝！”“唔，我真的想呀，我非常厌烦老坐在家里。”“思嘉，请答应我以后不说这样的话了。人们会议论的，他们会说你对查理缺乏应有的尊重----”“啊，姑妈，你别哭了！”“啊，我惹得你也哭起来了，”皮蒂帕特抽沿着说，稍稍有点高兴似的，一面伸手到裙兜里去掏手绢。
    “But they’d suspect it was your bedroom and that’s just as bad. Honey, you mustn’t do things like that Everybody will be talking about you and saying you are fast—and anyway, Mrs. Merriwether knew it was your bedroom.”
    思嘉心中那点隐隐的刺痛终于到了喉咙里，她放声痛哭起来----不，皮蒂帕特心想，这不是为可怜的查尔斯，而是因为那些车轮声和笑声最后渐渐消失了。这时媚兰从自己的房间里啊啊啊啊地走进来，她懊恼地蹙着眉头，手里拿着一把刷子，通常很整齐的那头黑发现在解开了发网，成了一大把波浪式的小小发卷披散在脸侧。
    “And I suppose she’ll tell all the boys, the old cat.”
    “亲爱的，怎么回事呀？”
    “Honey, hush! Dolly Merriwether’s my best friend.”
    “查理！"皮蒂帕特哽咽说着，好像乐于痛痛快快地悲伤一番似的，一面把头紧伏在媚兰的肩窝里。
    “Well, she’s a cat just the same—oh, I’m sorry, Auntie, don’t cry! I forgot it was my bedroom window. I won’t do it again—I—I just wanted to see them go by. I wish I was going.”
    “唔，勇敢些，亲爱的！"媚兰一听到她哥哥的名字便嘴唇哆嗦起来，"别哭了。唔，思嘉！"思嘉倒在床上扯开最大的嗓门哭着，哭的是她丧失了的青春和被剥夺了青春的欢乐，像一个孩子，她曾经一哭就能得到自己所要的东西，而如今知道哭已经不管用了，因此感到非常气愤和绝望。她把头埋在枕头里，一面哭一面用双脚乱踢着被子。
    “Honey!”
    “我还不如死了好！"她伤心地哭着说。面对这样悲痛的情景，皮蒂姑妈那想流即流的眼泪也不流了，这时媚兰赶紧跑到床边去安慰她的嫂子。
    “Well, I do. I’m so tired of sitting at home.”
    “别哭了，亲爱的，只要想查理多么爱你，你也就会感到安慰了。还要想想你有那么个宝贝儿子呢。"思嘉既因为自己被误解而感到愤慨，又因失去了一切而觉得孤单，这两种情绪混在一起，她便开不得口了。这真不幸，因为如果她能够开口，她就会用父亲那种爽直的口吻把一切隐蔽的真情都大声讲出来。媚兰拍着她的肩膀，皮蒂帕特踮着脚尖吃力地在房里走动，她想把窗帘放下来。
    “Scarlett, promise me you won’t say things like that. People would talk so. They’d say you didn’t have the proper respect for poor Charlie—”
    “别这样！"思嘉从枕头上抬起那张又红又肿的面孔喊道。
    “Oh, Auntie, don’t cry!”
    “我还没断气呢，用不着把帘子放下来----尽管这也快了。啊，请离开这里，让我一个人等着吧！"她又把脸埋在枕头里。媚兰和皮蒂帕低声商量了一番，俯身看了看她，然后悄悄出去了。接着，她听见她们在楼下时媚兰轻轻对皮蒂说：“皮蒂姑妈，我希望你不要再对她谈起查尔斯了，你知道这总是叫她伤心的。可怜的人儿，每次一谈起，她的模样就那么古怪，我看是拼命忍着不要哭出声来。我们可不能再加重她的痛苦呀。"思嘉气得一脚踢开被子，想找一句最难听的话来咒骂一声。
    “Oh, now I’ve made you cry, too,” sobbed Pittypat, in a pleased way, fumbling in her skirt pocket for her handkerchief.
    “真是见你妈的鬼！"她终于骂出这句话来，随即觉得舒服一点，媚兰才１８岁，怎么就能安心待在家里，什么乐趣也没有，还为她哥哥佩戴黑纱呀？媚兰好像并不知道，或者不关心，生活正马刺丁当地一路驶过去了呢。
    The hard little pain had at last reached Scarlett’s throat and she wailed out loud—not, as Pittypat thought, for poor Charlie but because the last sounds of the wheels and the laughter were dying away. Melanie rustled in from her room, a worried frown puckering her forehead, a brush in her hands, her usually tidy black hair, freed of its net, fluffing about her face in a mass of tiny curls and waves.
    “可她就是这么个木头人嘛，”思嘉想，一面捶着枕头。
    “Darlings! What is the matter?”
    “她从来也不像我有这么多人在捧着追着，所以并不怀念我心中所怀念着的那些东西。并且----并且她已经有了艾希礼，而我呢----我可一个也没搞到呀！"想起这段伤心事，她又放声痛哭起来。
    “Charlie!” sobbed Pittypat, surrendering utterly to the pleasure of her grief and burying her head on Melly’s shoulder.
    她闷闷不乐一个人关在房里，直到下午，看见那些出外野餐的人回来，大车上高高地堆放着松枝、藤萝和蕨类植物，她仍然不觉得高兴。人人都显得既疲乏又快活，再一次向她挥手致意，她只郁郁地回答。生活已经没有什么希望，而且肯定不值得过下去了。
    “Oh,” said Melly, her lip quivering at the mention of her brother’s name. “Be brave, dear. Don’t cry. Oh, Scarlett!”
    在午睡时刻，梅里韦瑟太太和埃尔辛太太坐着马车登门拜访来了，她没有想到忧郁的心情竟这样得到了解脱。媚兰、思嘉和皮蒂帕特姑妈都对这种不适时的来访感到吃惊，于是赶快起来扣好胸衣，掠了掠头发，下楼迎接客人。
    Scarlett had thrown herself on the bed and was sobbing at the top of her voice, sobbing for her lost youth and the pleasures of youth that were denied her, sobbing with the indignation and despair of a child who once could get anything she wanted by sobbing and now knows that sobbing can no longer help her. She burrowed her head in the pillow and cried and kicked her feet at the tufted counterpane.
    “邦内尔太太的几个孩子出疹子了！"梅里韦瑟太太突如起来地说，明显地表示她觉得邦内尔太太本人对于发生这种事是有责任的。
    “I might as well be dead!” she sobbed passionately. Before such an exhibition of grief, Pittypat’s easy tears ceased and Melly flew to the bedside to comfort her sister-in-law.
    “而且麦克卢尔家的姑娘又被叫到费吉尼亚去了，仿佛诸如此类的事情都没有什么要紧似的。"埃尔辛太太用慢条理的口气补充说，一面懒懒地摇着扇子，"达拉斯·麦危尔也受伤了。”“多可怕呀！"几位女主人齐声喊道。"难道可怜的达拉斯----”“没有。只打穿了肩胛，"梅里韦瑟太太轻松地说。"不过在那样的时候发生，可再坏不过了。如今姑娘们正到北边去接他。不过，天晓得，我们实在没有时间在这里闲聊了。我们得赶快回到军械库去，把全部的布置工作完成。皮蒂，我们要你和媚兰今晚去顶替邦内尔太太和麦克卢尔家几位姑娘呢。”“唔，不过，我们不能去，多丽。”“皮蒂帕特·汉密尔顿，别跟我说什么能不能，” 梅里韦瑟太太认真地，"我们要你去照管那些弄点心的黑人。这本是邦内尔太太的事，至于媚兰，你得把麦克卢尔家姑娘们的那个摊位接过来。”“唔，我们真的不能----可怜的查理去世还刚刚----”“我解理你的心情，不过，对我们的主义，无论作出什么样的牺牲都是应当的，"埃尔辛太太插嘴说，她那温和的声音仿佛就这样把事情定下来了。
    “Dear, don’t cry! Try to think how much Charlie loved you and let that comfort you! Try to think of your darling baby.”
    “唔，我们是很乐意帮忙的，可是----你们怎么不找几个漂亮姑娘来管些摊位呢？"梅里韦瑟太太像吹喇叭似的用鼻子嗤了一声。
    Indignation at being misunderstood mingled with Scarlett’s forlorn feeling of being out of everything and strangled all utterance. That was fortunate, for if she could have spoken she would have cried out truths coached in Gerald’s forthright words. Melanie patted her shoulder and Pittypat tiptoed heavily about the room pulling down the shades.
    “我真不明白这些日子年轻人都中了什么邪，他们根本没有责任感。所有那些还没负责管摊位的姑娘都有许多的借口推诿，你也不好说了。哦，可她们休想愚弄我！一句话，她们只不过不让你妨碍她们去跟军官们调情罢了。她们生怕站在柜台后面没法炫耀自己的漂亮衣裳。我真巴不得那个跑封锁线的----他叫什么来着？”“巴特勒船长，"埃尔辛太太补充道。
    “Don’t do that!” shouted Scarlett, raising a red and swollen face from the pillow. I’m not dead enough for you to pull down the shades—though I might as well be. Oh, do go away and leave me alone!”
    “我巴不得他多运进一些医疗用品，少来一些裙子和花边之类的东西。要是我今天不得不去检查一件衣裳，那我就得检查他走私进来的２０件。巴特勒船长----这名字我一听就腻烦。现在，皮蒂，我没功夫谈这些了。你一定得来呀。人人都会理解的。谁也会瞧见，反正你是在后面屋里，就连媚兰也用不着抛着露面嘛。麦克卢尔家姑娘负责的摊位是在最远的那一头，摆的也不怎么好看，所以不会有人注意你。”“我想我们应当去，"思嘉说，一面努力克制自己的热情，尽量显得诚恳单纯一些。“这是我们能够替医院做的最微小的一点事。” 两位来访的太太本对她连名字也没提一下，这时才转过身来严峻地瞧着她。她们尽管极为宽容，可是还没有考虑到叫一位居丧刚刚一年的寡妇到社交场合去服务呢。思嘉像个孩子，瞪着两只眼睛承受着她们犀利的目光。
    She sank her face into the pillow again and, after a whispered conference, the two standing over her tiptoed out. She heard Melanie say to Pittypat in a low voice as they went down the stairs:
    “我想我们大家都应当去帮助把义卖会办好。我看最好我同媚兰一起去管那个摊位，因为----嗯，我觉得我们两个人那里去比一个人显得更好一些。你不这样看吗？媚兰？”“好吧，"媚兰无可奈何地说。这样的想法简直是前所未闻，还在服丧期间就公然到一个公众集会上露面，因此她不知该怎么办好。
    “Aunt Pitty, I wish you wouldn’t speak of Charles to her. You know how it always affects her. Poor thing, she gets that queer look and I know she’s trying not to cry. We mustn’t make it harder for her.”
    “思嘉是对的，"梅里韦瑟太太说，她注意到媚兰有点软下来了。她站起身来，整了整裙腰。"你们俩----你们大家，都得去。好，皮蒂，不要再解释了。你要想一想，医院多么需要钱来买床和药品。而且我觉得查理会高兴让你们为他所献身的主义出力的。”“好，" 皮蒂帕特说，她像往常那样在一个比自己强硬的人面前毫无办法，"只要你觉得人们会理解，那就行了。”“太好了！太好了！好得叫人难以相信！"思嘉在心中欢乐地唱着，谨慎地钻进那个用黄红两色帷布围着的摊位，这本来应该归麦克卢尔家的姑娘们管理。现在她真的来到一个集会上了！经过一年的蛰居，经过身漆黑纱，缄默不语和几乎苦恼得要发疯的一年之后，她现在真的又来到了一个集会，一个亚特兰大前所未有的最大规模的集会上。她在这里能够听到音乐，能够看到许多人和无数的灯光，并且自在地观赏由那位著名的巴特勒船长最近跑封锁线带进来的美丽的花边、绉边等装饰品。
    Scarlett kicked the coverlet in impotent rage, trying to think of something bad enough to say.
    她坐在摊位柜台后面的一条小凳子上，前前后后地观看那个长长的展览厅，这地方直到今天下午以前还是个空空荡荡难看的教练厅呢。姑娘太太们今天花了很大力气才把它收拾得这样漂亮。它显得很可爱了。亚特兰大所有的蜡烛和烛台今天晚上都聚集到这里来了，银烛台伸出十几只弯弯的胳臂，瓷烛台底座密布着生动的人物雕像，古铜的烛台庄严而挺拔，它们都擎着大小不等、颜色不同的蜡烛散发着月桂树香味，立在直贯整个大厅的枪架上，在装饰着鲜花的桌子上，在摊位柜台上，甚至在敞开着的窗棂上，夏天的暖风不大不小，恰使微微摇摆的烛光分外明亮。
    “God’s nightgown!” she cried at last, and felt somewhat relieved. How could Melanie be content to stay at home and never have any fun and wear crêpe for her brother when she was only eighteen years old? Melanie did not seem to know, or care, that life was riding by with jingling spurs.
    大厅中央的那盏吊灯又大又难看，挂在一些从天花板垂下来的生锈的链条上，可是它已经用盘走的常春藤和野萄萄藤打扮得完全变样了，这些藤蔓尽管由于灯火熏烤已经在枯萎。四壁墙脚放着许多清香扑鼻的松枝，几个角落更装饰得如凉亭一般，那是老太太们和陪伴人爱坐的地方。到处垂挂着长串的常春藤、葡萄藤和牛尾藤，在墙壁上围成花环，在窗户上变为翠绿的流苏，在所有用色彩鲜艳的粗布围着的摊位上则盘成扇形的图案。在这万绿丛中，在国旗和各种旗帜上，处处都闪烁着南部联盟的以红蓝两色为背景的璀璨的星星。
    “But she’s such a stick,” thought Scarlett, pounding the pillow. “And she never was popular like me, so she doesn’t miss the things I miss. And—and besides she’s got Ashley and I—I haven’t got anybody!” And at this fresh woe, she broke into renewed outcries.
    为乐队布置的那个平台更富有艺术性。它完全隐蔽在周围的青枝绿叶和缀满星星的旗帜当中，人们几乎看不出来。思嘉知道，全城所有的盆栽花卉和桶栽植物，如锦紫苏、天竺葵、绣球花、夹竹桃、秋海棠，等等，都在这里了----连埃尔辛太太那四株珍贵的橡胶植物也被当作宝贝借来摆在平台的四个角上。
    She remained gloomily in her room until afternoon and then the sight of the returning picnickers with wagons piled high with pine boughs, vines and ferns did not cheer her. Everyone looked ‘happily tired as they waved to her again and she returned their greetings drearily. Life was a hopeless affair and certainly not worth living.
    大厅里，平台对面的一端，妇女们人数很少，也很不惹人注意。这面墙上挂着戴维斯总统和佐治亚州自己的"小亚历"、南部联盟副总统斯蒂芬斯的巨幅肖像。他们上方是一面很大的国旗，而下面长桌上是从本城各花园搜集来的奇花异卉，如蕨类植物、成排的红黄白三色蔷薇、珍贵的金色剑兰、一丛丛的彩色金莲花、高标挺秀地扬着深茶色的乳酪色头颅卑视群芳的蜀葵，等等。蜡烛在它们当中像圣餐台上的灯火般宁静地燃着。那两张属于两个在如此严重关头掌握大权的人物的面孔，它们迥不相同，但同样俯视着眼前这个场面：戴维斯两颊扁平，眼光冷漠得像个苦行僧，两片薄薄的嘴唇矜持地紧闭着；斯蒂芬斯的脸上长着一双炽烈如火的黑眼睛，但是只看见疾病和痛苦，并且凭胆气和热情战胜了它们----这两张面孔都是人们所深爱的。
    Deliverance came in the form she least expected when, during the after-dinner-nap period, Mrs. Merriwether and Mrs. Elsing drove up. Startled at having callers at such an hour, Melanie, Scarlett and Aunt Pittypat roused themselves, hastily hooked their basques, smoothed their hair and descended to the parlor.
    义卖委员会里几位全权负责的老太太拖着啊啊啊啊的衣裙，像几艘满帆的船威风凛凛地走了进来，他们催促那些晚到的少奶奶和吃吃笑着的姑娘们赶快进入自己的摊位，然后迅速穿过门道，走入正在那里安排点心的后屋。皮蒂姑妈喘着气跟在她们后面。
    “Mrs. Bonnell’s children have the measles,” said Mrs. Merriwether abruptly, showing plainly that she held Mrs. Bonnell personally responsible for permitting such a thing to happen.
    乐队穿一色的黑衣服，登上平台，咧着嘴，胖胖的脸颊上已经汗光闪闪了。他们开始调整丝弦，以预计成功的神气用乐弓拉着弹着。梅里韦瑟的马夫老利维，从亚特兰大还叫马撒维尔的时代起就一直领导着每次义卖会、跳舞会和结婚仪式上的管弦乐队，他现在用乐弓敲了敲，叫大家准备好。这时，除负责义卖会的那些老太太，到场的人还很少，可是大家的眼光都集中到他身上，接着便听见小提琴、大提琴、手风琴、班卓琴和骨片呱嗒板儿配合着奏起了一曲缓慢的《罗琳娜》----它慢到不能合着跳舞的程度，好在舞会要到所有摊位都卖掉了展品才开始。思嘉一听到那支忧郁而美妙的华尔兹舞曲，便觉得心脏已怦怦跳起来了：岁月缓缓流逝，罗琳娜！
    “And the McLure girls have been called to Virginia,” said Mrs. Elsing in her die-away voice, fanning herself languidly as if neither this nor anything else mattered very much. “Dallas McLure is wounded.”
    雪又落在草上。
    “How dreadful! chorused their hostesses. “Is poor Dallas—”
    太阳远在天边，罗琳娜。……
    “No. Just through the shoulder,” said Mrs. Merriwether briskly. “But it couldn’t possibly have happened at a worse time. The girls are going North to bring him home. But, skies above, we haven’t time to sit here talking. We must hurry back to the Armory and get the decorating done. Pitty, we need you and Melly tonight to take Mrs. Bonnell’s and the McLure girls’ places.”
    一二三，一二三，低回旋----三，转身----二三。多么美妙的华尔兹！她微微伸出双手，闭上眼睛，身子随着那常常想起的悲伤的节奏而摇摆。哀婉的曲调和罗琳娜失落的爱情中，有一种东西同她自己情感上的骚动集合在一起，又结成一个硬块进入她的喉咙里了。
    “Oh, but, Dolly, we can’t go.”
    接着，似是由华尔兹乐调所引发的，从下面月光朦胧的大街上起来的一些声响，一些得得的马蹄声和辚辚的车轮声，暖风中荡漾着的笑声，以及黑人们关于把马匹拴在什么地方的激烈的争吵声。楼梯上一起嘈吵，轻松的欢笑，女孩子们的清新活泼的声音和她们的陪护人的低声吩咐混杂在一起，还有相见时故作惊喜之态的叫喊，以及姑娘们认出朋友时高兴的尖叫，尽管她们就是当天下午才分手的。
    “Don’t say ‘can’t’ to me, Pittypat Hamilton,” said Mrs. Merriwether vigorously. “We need you to watch the darkies with the refreshments. That was what Mrs. Bonnell was to do. And Melly, you must take the McLure girls’ booth.”
    大厅突然活跃起来。那里到处都是女孩子，像一群蝴蝶纷纷飘进来，鲜艳的衣裙被裙箍撑得大大的，甚至露出了底下的花边内裤；圆圆的、雪白的小肩膀光裸在外面，小小的酥胸也在荷叶边的领口微露雪痕；花边披巾看似随意地搭在臂膀上；洒金描画的扇子，天鹅毛和孔雀毛的扇子，用细细的丝绦吊在手腕上晃荡着；有些姑娘的黑发从两鬓向后梳成光滑的髻儿，沉甸甸地坠在那里，使她们的头也骄傲地微微后仰；还有些将大堆的金色发卷披散在脖子周围，让金耳坠在里面地跟它们一起摇摆跳荡而忽隐忽现。花边，绸缎，辫绳，丝带，所有这些都是偷过封锁线进口的，因此显得更加珍贵，穿戴起来也更加自豪，何况炫耀这样的华丽装饰可以作为对北方佬的一种特殊侮辱，会更加使人感到骄傲。
    “Oh, we just couldn’t—with poor Charlie dead only a—”
    并非城里所有的花都是献给南部联盟两位领袖的。那些最小最香的花朵都装饰在姑娘们身上。茶花插在粉嫩的耳朵背后，茉莉花和蔷薇花蕾编成小小的花环佩戴在两侧如波涛翻滚的鬈发上；有的花朵端端正正地点缀着胸前的缎带，有的不等天亮就会作为珍贵纪念骑装进那些灰制服的胸袋中。
    “I know how you feel but there isn’t any sacrifice too great for the Cause,” broke in Mrs. Elsing in a soft voice that settled matters.
    在人群里许许多多穿制服的人中，不少是思嘉认识的，是她在医院的帆布床上、在大街上或者在训练场上初次见到的。
    “Oh, we’d love to help but—why can’t you get some sweet pretty girls to take the booths?”
    他们如此华丽的制服，胸前缀着亮晶晶的扣子，袖口和衣领上盘着闪闪发光的金色穗带，裤子上钉着红黄蓝三色条纹，这些因所属部类不同而互有区别的徽饰将那单调的灰色衬托得完美极了。大红和金色的绶带前后摆动，亮闪闪的军刀碰撞着雪亮的长统靴，马刺丁丁当当地响着。
    Mrs. Merriwether snorted a trumpeting snort.
    思嘉满怀豪情暗暗赞赏，"多么漂亮的男人，"看着他们向朋友们挥手致意，躬身吻着老太太们的手。他们全都显得那么年轻，尽管大都蓄上了黄黄的一抹胡须或一把稠密的黑褐色胡，那么漂亮，洒脱，胳臂挂在吊带里，白得出奇的绷带裹着头部，把大半边晒得黑黑的脸遮住了。他们有的拄着拐杖，像单足跳行似地跟在姑娘们后面，这使得姑娘们引为自豪，并十分注意地放慢脚步，以适应这些陪护人的步调。这些穿制服的人中他是穿得特别俗丽，颜色特别鲜艳，像只热带鸟立在鸦群中，连姑娘们的华丽服饰也黯然失色了----他是个路易斯安那义勇兵，一个肤色微黑、满脸奸笑、三分像人七分像猴儿的小个子，穿着肥大的蓝白裤子、淡黄色长统靴和窄小的红色上衣，一只胳臂挂在黑绸吊带里。他是梅贝尔·梅里韦瑟的昵友，名叫雷内·皮卡德。整个医院的人，至少每个能行走的人，一定全都来了，还有全部休假和请病假的以及本市与梅肯之间所有的铁路、邮政、医疗、军需各个部门的职工也都来了。女士们会何等高兴啊！今晚医院要挖个银矿来了。
    “I don’t know what’s come over the young people these days. They have no sense of responsibility. All the girls who haven’t already taken booths have more excuses than you could shake a stick at. Oh, they don’t fool me! They just don’t want to be hampered in making up to the officers, that’s all. And they’re afraid their new dresses won’t show off behind booth counters. I wish to goodness that blockade runner—what’s his name?”
    下面大街上传来低沉的鼓声、脚步声和马夫们赞赏的喊叫声。接着便吹起喇叭，同时一个低调的声音发出解散队伍的命令。随后，身穿鲜艳制服的乡团和民兵部队拥上了窄窄的楼梯，涌进了大厅，鞠躬，敬礼，握手，好不热闹。乡团里有的是以打仗为光荣、相信明年只要战争不结束就一定能上前线的男孩子，也有但愿自己年轻一些会穿上军服并以儿子在前线而自豪的白胡子老头。民兵中有许多中年男子和一些年纪更大的人，也有少数正当服役的年龄可不如那些年纪更大或更小的人那样感兴趣的人。这时人们已经在开始议论和询问了：他们为什么没有到李将军的部队去呢？
    “Captain Butler,” supplied Mrs. Elsing.
    他们怎么全都到这个大厅里来了！几分钟以前这里还显得是那么宽敞的，可现在挤得满满的，弥漫着香水、香粉、头油和月挂树蜡烛燃烧的气味，还有花的芳香，以及由于脚步杂沓在原教练场地板上擦起的一点点尘土味儿。一声嘈杂，一片喧闹，几乎什么也听不见了，这时老利维仿佛受到了现场的喜悦和兴奋之情，便暂时中止了《罗琳娜》的演奏，重重地击乐弓，然后拼命一拉，乐队奏起《美丽的蓝旗》来了。
    “I wish he’d bring in more hospital supplies and less hoop skirts and lace. If I’ve had to look at one dress today I’ve had to look at twenty dresses that he ran in. Captain Butler—I’m sick of the name. Now, Pitty, I haven’t time to argue. You must come. Everybody will understand. Nobody will see you in the back room anyway, and Melly won’t be conspicuous. The poor McLure girls’ booth is way down at the end and not very pretty so nobody will notice you.”
    几百个声音一起跟上，高唱着，叫喊着，变成了一起吹呼。这时乡团的号手爬上乐台，在合唱开始时用喇叭加入了乐队，那高亢而清脆的音调撼人心弦地凌越于群众合唱之上，使大家听得浑身起了一层鸡皮疙瘩，一股激情的寒意浸透脊髓：万岁！万岁！南部的权力万岁！
    “I think we should go,” said Scarlett, trying to curb her eagerness and to keep her face earnest and simple. “It is the least we can do for the hospital.”
    万岁！美丽的蓝族，
    Neither of the visiting ladies had even mentioned her name, and they turned and looked sharply at her. Even in their extremity, they had not considered asking a widow of scarcely a year to appear at a social function. Scarlett bore their gaze with a wide-eyed childlike expression.
    只有一颗星的蓝旗，万岁！
    “I think we should go and help to make it a success, all of us. I think I should go in the booth with Melly because—well, I think it would look better for us both to be there instead of just one. Don’t you think so, Melly?”
    紧跟着人们唱第二段，这时跟大家一起唱着的思嘉忽然听见媚兰的美妙女高音在背后飞扬起来，像喇叭声那样清脆、真诚和撼人心魄。她转过身来，看见媚兰站在那里，两手交叠着放在胸前，眼睛闭着，小小的泪珠沿两颊簌簌而下。乐曲终了的时候，她轻轻用手绢拭了拭脸，同时奇怪地向思嘉微微一笑，好像要略表歉意而又不屑于这样做似的。
    “Well,” began Melly helplessly. The idea of appearing publicly at a social gathering while in mourning was so unheard of she was bewildered.
    “我多高兴，"她低声说，"多么为这些士兵感到骄傲，所以禁不住哭起来了。”她的眼里闪耀着一种深情的近乎狂热的光辉，这便使她那张平淡的小脸神采焕发和十分美丽了。
    “Scarlett’s right,” said Mrs. Merriwether, observing signs of weakening. She rose and jerked her hoops into place. “Both of you—all of you must come. Now, Pitty, don’t start your excuses again. Just think how much the hospital needs money for new beds and drugs. And I know Charlie would like you to help the Cause he died for.”
    这种表情几乎浮现在所有妇女的脸上，她们唱完那支歌时，那些红喷喷的或皱巴巴的脸上都满是骄傲的泪水，嘴唇上浮出微笑，眼睛里闪着炽热的光芒，一起望着她们的男人，情人望着爱侣，母亲望着儿子，妻子望着丈夫。她们都很美丽，这种令人目眩的美使一个即使最平淡的女人也变得很出色了，因为她被她的男人全心全意地保护着和热爱着，而她则以千倍的爱在报答他。
    “Well,” said Pittypat, helpless as always in the presence of a stronger personality, “if you think people will understand.”
    她们爱她们的男人，她们相信他们，她们始终不渝地信任他们。她们有这样一道顽强的灰色防线在保护她们不受北方佬的侵害，还怕什么灾祸会降临到她们头上来呢？自从世界诞生以来，几曾有过像他们这样的男人？！这样勇敢，这样不顾一切，这样英俊，这样温柔的男人！像他们为之战斗的这种正当公平的主义，除了绝对的胜利之外，还会有什么别的结局呢？这个主义她们像爱自己的男人那样爱护它，她们用自己的双手和心灵为它服务，她们整天谈它，想它，梦见它----必要时，她们愿意为它而牺牲自己的男人，并且像男人们高举着战旗那样骄傲地承担她们的损失。
    
    这是她们心里的热爱和自豪之情的最高潮，南部联盟事业的最高潮，因为最后胜利就在眼前了。"石壁"将军杰克逊在谢南多亚河谷的几次胜仗和北方佬军队在里士满附近"七日战役"中的惨败，已清楚地说明了这一点。有像李将军和杰克逊这样的将领，还能不打赢这场战争吗？只待再来一次胜仗，北方佬就会跪下求和，男人们就会骑马归来，就会到处是亲吻和欢笑了。再打一次胜仗，战争就要结束了！
    “Too good to be true! Too good to be true!” said Scarlett’s joyful heart as she slipped unobtrusively into the pink- and yellow-draped booth that was to have been the McLure girls’. Actually she was at a party! After a year’s seclusion, after crêpe and hushed voices and nearly going crazy with boredom, she was actually at a party, the biggest party Atlanta had ever seen. And she could see people and many lights and hear music and view for herself the lovely laces and frocks and frills that the famous Captain Butler had run through the blockade on his last trip.
    当然，在屋子里有了空的椅子和永远见不到父亲的婴儿，在弗吉尼亚寂寞的小溪旁和田纳西静静的群山中有了许多未立墓碑的坟，但是为了这样一个主义，能说付出的代价太高了吗？妇女需要的丝绸，家庭需要的茶和糖，都很难得到，但这是可以一笑置之的事情。何况，那些冒险跑封锁线的人还在北方佬迟钝的鼻子底下不断运进这些东西，并且使你一旦有了这些东西就加倍高兴呢。不久拉斐尔·塞姆斯和南部联盟的海军就要来对付那些北方佬的炮艇，港口就会打开。同时英国正进来协助南部联盟取得胜利，因为英国纺织厂由于缺乏南方的棉花已经闲着没事干了。英国贵族自然是同情南部联盟的。同类相怜嘛，所以都反对北方佬那样一群拜金主义者。
    She sank down on one of the little stools behind the counter of the booth and looked up and down the long hall which, until this afternoon, had been a bare and ugly drill room. How the ladies must have worked today to bring it to its present beauty. It looked lovely. Every candle and candlestick in Atlanta must be in this hall tonight, she thought, silver ones with a dozen sprangling arms, china ones with charming figurines clustering their bases, old brass stands, erect and dignified, laden with candles of all sizes and colors, smelling fragrantly of bayberries, standing on the gun racks that ran the length of the hall, on the long flower-decked tables, on booth counters, even on the sills of the open windows where, the draughts of warm summer air were just strong enough to make them flare.
    妇女们就这样扭摆着丝绸衣服，笑着，满怀骄傲地望着她们的男人，她们感到在死亡面前夺得的爱是倍加珍贵的，因为从中可以感受到一种奇怪的刺激。
    In the center of the hall the huge ugly lamp, hanging from the ceiling by rusty chains, was completely transformed by twining ivy and wild grapevines that were already withering from the heat. The walls were banked with pine branches that gave out a spicy smell, making the corners of the room into pretty bowers where the chaperons and old ladies would sit. Long graceful ropes of ivy and grapevine and smilax were hung everywhere, in looping festoons on the walls, draped above the windows, twined in scallops all over the brightly colored cheesecloth booths. And everywhere amid the greenery, on flags and bunting, blazed the bright stars of the Confederacy on their background of red and blue.
    开始，思嘉观看这拥挤的人群时，由于自己参加了集会而感到的那种异常刺激，心脏禁不住怦怦直跳，不过当她似懂非懂地看见周围人们那兴高采烈的面容，她的喜悦便开始消失。在场的女人个个都焕发着一种她所没有的炽热激情。这使她感到迷茫和沮丧。不知怎的，大厅好像并不怎么漂亮，姑娘们也并不怎么时髦，而每个人脸上似乎仍然在闪耀的忠于主义的挚爱之情----怎么，只不过显得愚蠢可笑罢了！
    The raised platform for the musicians was especially artistic. It was completely hidden from view by the banked greenery and starry bunting and Scarlett knew that every potted and tubbed plant in town was there, coleus, geranium, hydrangea, oleander, elephant ear—even Mrs. Elsing’s four treasured rubber plants, which were given posts of honor at the four corners.
    她心头突然划过一点自我意识的闪光，这使她惊异得张口结舌，原来她并没有分享这些女人的强烈自豪感，她们为主义牺牲自己和所有的一切渴望。她虽然还没有恐惧地想到： “不----不！我决不能这样看！这是错误的----有罪的，"但已认为主义这东西对她来说根本没有什么意思，她听旁人那么如醉似狂地谈论它已听得厌烦了。在她看来，主义毫无神圣之处，战争也并非什么崇高的事，只不过是盲目地戕杀人类、耗费金钱、妨害人们享受的一种讨厌行为而已。她知道自己已厌倦于无穷无尽的编织，无穷无尽地卷绷带和刷整棉布，以致把手指都磨粗了。啊，她对医院已厌烦透了！对于那些令人作呕的坏疽臭味，那些无休止的呻吟，只有厌烦、恶心，实在无法忍受；对于那种两颊深陷、涉临死亡的脸部表情，实在恐惧得不敢再看了。
    At the other end of the hall from the platform, the ladies had eclipsed themselves. On this wall hung large pictures of President Davis and Georgia’s own “Little Alec” Stephens, Vice-President of the Confederacy. Above them was an enormous flag and, beneath, on long tables was the loot of the gardens of the town, ferns, banks of roses, crimson and yellow and white, proud sheaths of golden gladioli, masses of varicolored nasturtiums, tall stiff hollyhocks rearing deep maroon and creamy heads above the other flowers. Among them, candles burned serenely like altar fires. The two faces looked down on the scene, two faces as different as could be possible in two men at the helm of so momentous an undertaking: Davis with the flat cheeks and cold eyes of an ascetic, his thin proud lips set firmly; Stephens with dark burning eyes deep socketed in a face that had known nothing but sickness and pain and had triumphed over them with humor and with fire—two faces that were greatly loved.
    当这种叛逆性的亵渎思想在她心中出现时，她偷偷地向周围观察，生怕有人从她脸上清楚地看出来。啊，她怎么就不能跟这些女人有同样的感受呢！她们对主义的忠诚是全心全意的，是真挚的。她们所说所做的一切的确出于至诚。而且，如果有人要疑心她----不，决不能让人知道！她必须继续装出对主义热情和感到自豪的样子，假装在履行自己作为一个南部联盟军官的遗孀的义务，那就是勇敢地承受自己的悲哀，假装她的心已经进入坟墓，并认定她的丈夫既然为了主义的胜利而死，也就算不了什么似的。
    The elderly ladies of the committee in whose hands rested the responsibility for the whole bazaar rustled in as importantly as full-rigged ships, hurried the belated young matrons and giggling girls into their booths, and then swept through the doors into the back rooms where the refreshments were being laid out. Aunt Pitty panted out after them.
    啊，她为什么跟这些女人不一样呢？她永远不能像她们那样无私地爱什么事业或什么人。这是一种多么孤独的感受----而以前她无论在身心哪个方面都从没有感到孤独过。首先她企图扼杀这种思想，可是她生成的那个忠实于自己的本性不允许她这样做。因此，在义卖进行当中，当她和媚兰一起在她们的摊位上接待顾客时，她的思想仍在继续活动，并想方设法要相信自己是正确的----而这样的事，对她来说从来就并不怎么困难。
    The musicians clambered upon their platform, black, grinning, their fat cheeks already shining with perspiration, and began tuning their fiddles and sawing and whanging with their bows in anticipatory importance. Old Levi, Mrs. Merriwether’s coachman, who had led the orchestras for every bazaar, ball and wedding since Atlanta was named Marthasville, rapped with his bow for attention. Few except the ladies who were conducting the bazaar had arrived yet, but all eyes turned toward him. Then the fiddles, bull fiddles, accordions, banjos and knuckle-bones broke into a slow rendition of “Lorena”—too slow for dancing, the dancing would come later when the booths were emptied of their wares. Scarlett felt her heart beat faster as the sweet melancholy of the waltz came to her:
    别的女人大谈什么爱国心和主义，只显得愚蠢可笑而已，而那些谈论什么严重争执和州权的男人也差不多是一样的货色。唯有她思嘉·奥哈拉·汉密尔顿一个人，才具有坚定正确的爱尔兰人头脑。但不会在主义问题上让自己做糊涂虫，但同样也不会做坦露自己真实感情的傻瓜。她头脑坚定，不会在估计形势时只讲实用，因此谁也不会了解她内心的感受。如果这些参加义卖会的人知道她此时在想些什么，他们一定会大吃一惊！要是她突然爬上乐台，大声宣布她认为战争应当停止，好让每一个人都回家去，去照管他们的棉花，让他们又像从前那样举办宴会，像从前那样有自己的情人和大量的浅绿色衣服，那会引起多大的轰动啊！
    
    自我辩解使她暂时受到了鼓舞，不过她仍在厌恶地环顾着大厅。麦克卢尔家姑娘们的那个摊位，正如梅里韦瑟夫人所说的，并不怎么显眼，有时许久没有一个顾客光顾，所以思嘉无所事事，只嫉妒地望着快乐的人群。媚兰意识到她的阴郁情绪，但以为她是在怀念查理，便不准备去同她交谈。她自己忙着整理摊位上的义卖品，让它们显得更引人注目些，而思嘉却仍坐在那里怏怏不乐地四处张望。甚至连戴维斯先生和斯蒂芬斯先生肖像下面堆放的那些鲜花，也只能使她感到讨厌而已。
    “The years creep slowly by, Lorena!
    “这简直像个祭坛了，"她鼻子里哼了一声。"看他们对待这两个人的态度，简直就是父亲和儿子的关系啦！"这时，她突然感到这种大不敬是如此可怕，便赶快在胸前画了个十字表示认罪，并且及时克制住自己。
    The snow is on the grass again.
    “嗯，这是真的，"她向自己的良心辩解。"人人都在把他们当做神圣，可实际上他们只不过是凡人而已，而且还是很不好看的凡人呢。"当然，斯蒂芬斯先生由于终生残废，他对于自己的长相是没有办法的，可是戴维斯先生呢----思嘉抬起头来望着那张浮雕般光净而骄傲的脸孔。让思嘉感到最讨厌的就是他那把山羊胡子。男人要么把脸刮光，只蓄八字须，要么蓄上全副的胡须，怎能这样不伦不类呢。
    The sun’s far down the sky, Lorena ...”
    “瞧那一小绺，好像还满得意哩！"她这样想，至于他脸上那种勇于挑起一个新国家的重任而冷静刚毅的表情，她却压根儿没有看见。
    
    是的，现在她很不愉快，尽管开始时她曾为自己能参加这个盛会是高兴过。看来，仅仅人在这里还是不够的，她来到了义卖会上，她并不是其中的一部分。谁也不注意她，她又是会上唯一没有情人的年轻已婚妇女。可她以前总是占据舞台中心的位置。这真不公道呀！她才１７岁，她的脚正在啪哒啪哒地敲着地板，准备上场跳舞呢。她才１７岁，可她的丈夫已躺在奥克兰公墓，她的婴儿睡在皮蒂帕特姑妈家的摇蓝里，所以人人都觉得她应当安分守已了。跟在场的任何一个女孩子相比，她的胸脯更白，腰肢更细，双脚更小巧，但是，不管这些多么重要，她仍然只配躺在查理身旁，墓碑早刻着"某某爱妻"的字样。
    One-two-three, one-two-three, dip-sway—three, turn— two-three. What a beautiful waltz! She extended her hands slightly, closed her eyes and swayed with the sad haunting rhythm. There was something about the tragic melody and Lorena’s lost love that mingled with her own excitement and brought a lump into her throat.
    她已经不是一个姑娘，不能再跳舞和调情了，也不是一个妻子，不能同别的妻子坐在一起品评那些跳舞调情的姑娘了。而且，她的年纪还轻，还不该当寡妇呀！寡妇应当是老年人 ----老得不想跳舞，不想调情，也不想惹男人们爱慕。啊，她刚刚十七岁，就得端端正正坐在那里，作为寡妇尊严和规矩的标本，这多么不公道呀！当漂亮的男人到她们摊位来买东西时，她也必须低声说话，两眼谦卑地向下俯视，这多么不公道呀！
    Then, as if brought into being by the waltz music, sounds floated in from the shadowy moonlit street below, the trample of horses’ hooves and the sound of carriage wheels, laughter on the warm sweet air and the soft acrimony of negro voices raised in argument over hitching places for the horses. There was confusion on the stairs and light-hearted merriment, the mingling of girls’ fresh voices with the bass notes of their escorts, airy cries of greeting and squeals of joy as girls recognized friends from whom they had parted only that afternoon.
    在亚特兰大，每个姑娘们身旁都站着三层男人，甚至最平淡的女孩子也神气得像个美人儿似的----而且，最糟糕的是，她们都穿着那么漂亮又漂亮的衣裳在活动呢！
    Suddenly the hall burst into life. It was full of girls, girls who floated in butterfly bright dresses, hooped out enormously, lace pantalets peeping from beneath; round little white shoulders bare, and faintest traces of soft little bosoms showing above lace flounces; lace shawls carelessly hanging from arms; fans spangled and painted, fans of swan’s-down and peacock feathers, dangling at wrists by tiny velvet ribbons; girls with masses of golden curls about their necks and fringed gold earbobs that tossed and danced with their dancing curls. Laces and silks and braid and ribbons, all blockade run, all the more precious and more proudly worn because of it, finery flaunted with an added pride as an extra affront to the Yankees.
    思嘉像只乌鸦坐在那里，一身黑衣服的袖子长到手腕，钮扣一直扣到下巴底下，没有一点花边或饰带，除了母亲给她的那枚黑玛瑙胸针以外，没有任何珠宝之类的东西。她眼睁睁地看着那些俗不可耐的女孩子吊着漂亮男人的胳臂来来去去，这一切的一切，只不过因为查理出了一次疹子。可恨的是他并非光荣地死在战场上，连一点可以吹嘘的资本也没给她留下。
    Not all the Sowers of the town were standing in tribute to the leaders of the Confederacy. The smallest, the most fragrant blossoms bedecked the girls. Tea roses tucked behind pink ears, cape jessamine and bud roses in round little garlands over cascades of side curls, blossoms thrust demurely into satin sashes, flowers that before the night was over would find their way into the breast pockets of gray uniforms as treasured souvenirs.
    她心怀敌意地撑着两肘倚立在柜台内观望人群，尽管嬷嬷经常告诫她这种姿势会把肘子磨皱和扭歪的。即使扭歪了又怎么样呢？反正她大概已没有机会再显露它们了。她如饥似渴地望着一群群穿着各种服色的姑娘们走过，其中有的穿奶油色波纹绸衣，戴蔷薇花蕾发箍，有的穿粉红缎子，上面打着十八道用黑天鹅绒带镶滚的荷叶边；有的穿浅蓝色绸衣，后面托着十码长带波浪形花边的裙裾；她们都袒露胸口，簪着诱人的鲜花。梅贝尔·梅里韦瑟吊在那个义勇兵的膀子上向隔壁那个摊位走来，她身上那件苹果绿薄纱衣裳那样宽松，把她的腰身衬托得纤细极了。衣服上镶着大量奶油色的上等花边，那是从查尔斯顿最后一艘封锁舰上弄来的，梅贝尔为此大肆炫耀，仿佛干这次偷越封锁线买卖的不是大名鼎鼎的巴特勒船长而是她自己呢。
    There were so many uniforms in the crowd—so many uniforms on so many men whom Scarlett knew, men she had met on hospital cots, on the streets, at the drill ground. They were such resplendent uniforms, brave with shining buttons and dazzling with twined gold braid on cuffs and collars, the red and yellow and blue stripes on the trousers, for the different branches of the service, setting off the gray to perfection. Scarlet and gold sashes swung to and fro, sabers glittered and banged against shining boots, spurs rattled and jingled.
    “如果我穿上这件衣裳，会显得多好看呀！"思嘉心想，怀着满腔妒火。"她那腰粗得像头母牛。这种绿色对我很合适，它会使我的眼睛变得----像她这样的人怎配穿这种颜色呀？
    Such handsome men, thought Scarlett, with a swell of pride in her heart, as the men called greetings, waved to friends, bent low over the hands of elderly ladies. All of them were so young looking, even with their sweeping yellow mustaches and full black and brown beards, so handsome, so reckless, with their arms in slings, with head bandages startlingly white across sun-browned faces. Some of them were on crutches and how proud were the girls who solicitously slowed their steps to their escorts’ hopping pace! There was one gaudy splash of color among the uniforms that put the girls’ bright finery to shame and stood out in the crowd like a tropical bird—a Louisiana Zouave, with baggy blue and white striped pants, cream gaiters and tight little red jacket, a dark, grinning little monkey of a man, with his arm in a black silk sling. He was Maybelle Merriwether’s especial beau, René Picard. The whole hospital must have turned out, at least everybody who could walk, and all the men on furlough and sick leave and all the railroad and mail service and hospital and commissary departments between here and Macon. How pleased the ladies would be! The hospital should make a mint of money tonight.
    她那皮肤绿得像块干酪了。真可惜，我再也不能穿这种颜色了，即使服丧期满了也不能穿。不行，甚至我想法再嫁人也是不行的。那么，我就只能穿倒霉的老灰色，穿褐色和淡紫色了。
    There was a ruffle of drums from the street below, the tramp of feet, the admiring cries of coachmen. A bugle blared and a bass voice shouted the command to break ranks. In a moment, the Home Guard and the militia unit in their bright uniforms shook the narrow stairs and crowded into the room, bowing, saluting, shaking hands. There were boys in the Home Guard, proud to be playing at war, promising themselves they would be in Virginia this time next year, if the war would just last that long; old men with white beards, wishing they were younger, proud to march in uniform in the reflected glory of sons at the front In the militia, there were many middle-aged men and some older men but there was a fair sprinkling of men of military age who did not carry themselves quite so jauntily as their elders or their juniors. Already people were beginning to whisper, asking why they were not with Lee.
    这一切不公平的事，她考虑了不一会儿也就过去了。本来嘛，人生在世，属于玩乐、穿漂亮衣裳、跳舞、调情的时间何等短促，只有很少很少几年呢！接着你就得结婚，穿颜色暗淡的衣服，生孩子，眼看苗条的腰身给糟践了，在跳舞会上跟其他已婚妇女坐到角落里，只偶尔出来同自己的丈夫或别的老先生跳几下，而这些老先生又是专门踩你脚的！如果你不这样做，那些少奶奶就会议论你，你的名誉就毁了，你的家庭也就不光彩了。你做小姑娘的时候，把光阴全都花费在学习怎样打扮和怎样迷惑男人上，可后来这些本领只用了一两年就完了，这是多么可怕的浪费啊！于是，思嘉想起她在母亲和嬷嬷手下进行的训练，她知道这种训练是全面而优良的，因为它常常收到很好的效果。它有一整套规矩叫你遵循，只要你照着去做，你的努力便一定成功。
    How would they all get into the hall! It had seemed such a large place a few minutes before, and now it was packed, warm with summer-night odors of sachet and cologne water and hair pomade and burning bayberry candles, fragrant with flowers, faintly dusty as many feet trod the old drill floors. The din and hubbub of voices made it almost impossible to hear anything and, as if feeling the joy and excitement of the occasion, old Levi choked off “Lorena” in mid-bar, rapped sharply with his bow and, sawing away for dear life, the orchestra burst into “Bonnie Blue Flag.”
    跟老太太们在一起时，你总得是可爱而无可指摘的，要装得尽可能头脑简单，老太太们往往既苛刻又妒忌，像老猫似的监视着年轻姑娘，随时准备着，只要你口头眉梢梢有不当之处就欺过来抓住你，至于对老先生们，一个姑娘最好是淘气和放肆一些，而且可以稍稍而不过分地来卖弄一点风情，把那些老傻瓜挑逗起来，这会使他们觉得自己又年轻了，无所顾忌了，便动手来拧你的脸皮，说你是个小妖精。当然喽，你在这种情况下总得红起脸来，否则他们会进一步来拧你，弄到无礼取乐的程度，甚至回头告诉他们的儿子，说你为人放荡。
    A hundred voices took it up, sang it shouted it like a cheer. The Home Guard bugler, climbing onto the platform, caught up with the music just as the chorus began, and the high silver notes soared out thrillingly above the massed singing, causing goose bumps to break out on bare arms and cold chills of deeply felt emotion to fly down spines:
    对于年轻姑娘和年轻的已婚妇女，你就得满嘴抹蜜，每次见面都要吻她们，即使一天见十次也罢。你得伸出胳臂搂住她们的腰，并让她们也搂着你，即使你很不喜欢这样。你得表示无所偏袒地欣赏她们的衣着，或者她们的婴儿，拿她们的情人开玩笑，恭维她们的丈夫，并且格格笑着谦逊地否认她们对你的称赞，说你自己没有一点可以与她们相比之处。
    
    最重要的是，你千万不要比她们更多地表示自己对什么事物的真正看法。
    “Hurrah! Hurrah! For the Southern Rights, hurrah!
    至于别人的丈夫，你得严格地避免嫌疑，即使他们就是你已经抛弃的情人，也无论他们是多么富于诱惑力，如果你对年轻的丈夫们太殷勤，他们的太太便会说你轻浮，你就会落得个坏名声，从此永远得不到自己的情人了。
    Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
    但是，对于年轻的单身汉—-哦，那就是另一回事了！你不妨对他们温柔地微笑，而当他立即注意到你为何这样笑时，你可以拒不说明，并且笑得更欢一些，逗着他们一直在你周围琢磨其中的奥秘。你可以在眼角眉梢示意，应许他们多多少少带刺激性的东西，叫他们千方百计要跟你单独说话。于是，你单独跟他在一起了，他要吻你，这时你就得装出非常非常受委屈、非常非常生气的样子。你可以让他请求你饶恕这种卑鄙企图，并且用温柔的神态表示原谅，使他还会恋恋不舍地再一次想来吻你。有时，但并非常常，你让他吻了一下。（母亲和嬷嬷并没有教她这样做，可她自己发现这是很起作用的。）然后你哭起来，并且声明你不知怎的一时糊涂，从此他再也不会尊重你了。于是，他就得替你把眼泪拭干，往往还会作出求爱的表示，表明他的确是非常尊重你的。接着就会----唔，对于单身男人有那么多的事情好做，而且她全都知道，像暗送秋波啦，像用扇子半遮半露地微笑啦，像扭着臀部将裙子摆得像铃铛啦，流泪啦，痴笑啦，说恭维话啦，亲切地表示同情啦，等等，唔，所有这些手法都没有哪一次不成功的----惟独对艾希礼例外。
    That bears a single star!”
    不，学会这些巧妙的手法以后，只用了很短一个时期就被永远束之高阁，这好像太不应该了。要是一辈子不结婚，继续穿着可爱的淡绿色衣裳，永远受到漂亮男人们的追求，那该多好呀！但是，日子久了，你就会变成一个像英迪亚·威尔克斯那样的老处女，人人都会以那种自鸣得意的讨厌口气说：“可怜的家伙！”不，毕竟不如结了婚，保持着你的自尊为好，即使你从此不再有什么乐趣也罢。
    
    啊，人生多么荒唐！她为什么会傻到这个程度，嬷嬷同查尔斯结了婚，１６岁时就断送了自己的一生呢？
    They crashed into the second verse and Scarlett, singing with the rest, heard the high sweet soprano of Melanie mounting behind her, clear and true and thrilling as the bugle notes. Turning, she saw that Melly was standing with her hands clasped to her breast her eyes closed, and tiny tears oozing from the corners. She smiled at Scarlett, whimsically, as the music ended, making a little moue of apology as she dabbed with her handkerchief.
    她的这种愤愤不平而又毫无希望的幻想忽然给打断了，因为人群开始向墙壁纷纷后退，女士们小心翼翼地扶着她们的裙圈，不让它们给挤碰得朝自己身上翻过来，将内裤露出得太多，有失体面。思嘉踮起脚尖从一群人头上望去，只见民团队长正登上乐队演奏台。他一声口令，半个连的人便排成了一列。花了几分钟工夫，他们演习了一遍灵活的操练，直练得汗流满面，赢得观众的热烈喝彩，思嘉也跟着众人礼貌地鼓掌。接着，一声解散，士兵们纷纷向那几个卖糖拌酒和柠檬水的摊位拥去，思嘉也朝媚兰回过头来，觉得最好是赶快装出一副关心主义的神起来应付她一下。
    “I’m so happy,” she whispered, “and so proud of the soldiers that I just can’t help crying about it.”
    “她们显得真漂亮，不是吗？”她说。
    There was a deep, almost fanatic glow in her eyes that for a moment lit up her plain little face and made it beautiful.
    媚兰正忙着整理柜台上的那些编织品。
    The same look was on the faces of all the women as the song ended, tears of pride on cheeks, pink or wrinkled, smiles on lips, a deep hot glow in eyes, as they turned to their men, sweetheart to lover, mother to son, wife to husband. They were all beautiful with the blinding beauty that transfigures even the plainest woman when she is utterly protected and utterly loved and is giving back that love a thousandfold.
    “他们中的大多数人，要是穿上灰制服出现在弗吉尼亚，还会漂亮得多呢，”媚兰这样说，并没有想到要把声音放低一点。
    They loved their men, they believed in them, they trusted them to the last breaths of their bodies. How could disaster ever come to women such as they when their stalwart gray line stood between them and the Yankees? Had there ever been such men as these since the first dawn of the world, so heroic, so reckless, so gallant, so tender? How could anything but overwhelming victory come to a Cause as just and right as theirs? A Cause they loved as much as they loved their men, a Cause they served with their hands and their hearts, a Cause they talked about, thought about, dreamed about—a Cause to which they would sacrifice these men if need be, and bear their loss as proudly as the men bore their battle flags.
    有几位民兵队员的自命不凡的母亲紧靠着站在旁边，听见了媚兰的这句评语。吉南太太气得脸色一阵红一阵白的，因为她那位２５岁的威利就在这个民团里呢。
    It was high tide of devotion and pride in their hearts, high tide of the Confederacy, for final victory was at hand. Stonewall Jackson’s triumphs in the Valley and the defeat of the Yankees in the Seven Days’ Battle around Richmond showed that clearly. How could it be otherwise with such leaders as Lee and Jackson? One more victory and the Yankees would be on their knees yelling for peace and the men would be riding home and there would be kissing and laughter. One more victory and the war was over!
    思嘉想不到媚兰竟说出这样的话来，觉得太可怕了。
    Of course, there were empty chairs and babies who would never see their fathers’ faces and unmarked graves by lonely Virginia creeks and in the still mountains of Tennessee, but was that too great a price to pay for such a Cause? Silks for the ladies and tea and sugar were hard to get; but that was something to joke about. Besides, the dashing blockade runners were bringing in these very things under the Yankees’ disgruntled noses, and that made the possession of them many times more thrilling. Soon Raphael Semmes and the Confederate Navy would tend to those Yankee gunboats and the ports would be wide open. And England was coming in to help the Confederacy win the war, because the English mills were standing idle for want of Southern cotton. And naturally the British aristocracy sympathized with the Confederacy, as one aristocrat with another, against a race of dollar lovers like the Yankees.
    “媚兰。怎么了！”
    So the women swished their silks and laughed and, looking on their men with hearts bursting with pride, they knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it.
    “思嘉，这是真话呢，我这不是说那些小孩和老头。不过，有许多民兵是完全能够打起枪来，而眼下他们应该做的恰恰就是这样。”“可是----可是----"思嘉开始琢磨，因为她以前从未考虑过这件事。"有的人待在家里是要----"威利·吉南关于自己待在亚特兰大的理由是怎么跟她说的？"有的人待在家里是要保卫这个州不受侵略嘛！”“现在没有人侵略我们，也没有人要来侵略我们，"媚兰冷冷地说，同时朝一群民兵望去。"要不让侵略者打进来，最好的办法是到弗吉尼亚前线去打击北方佬。至于说什么民兵留在这里是要防备黑人暴动，这是从未听说过的最愚蠢的话。
    When first she looked at the crowd, Scarlett’s heart had thump-thumped with the unaccustomed excitement of being at a party, but as she half-comprehendingly saw the high-hearted look on the faces about her, her joy began to evaporate. Every woman present was blazing with an emotion she did not feel. It bewildered and depressed her. Somehow, the hall did not seem so pretty nor the girls so dashing, and the white heat of devotion to the Cause that was still shining on every face seemed—why, it just seemed silly!
    我们的人民为什么要暴动呢？这只不过是懦夫们的最好借口而已。我敢担保，只要各州的全部民兵全都开到弗吉尼亚去，我们就能在一个月内干掉那些北方佬，我就是这个意思！”“怎么，媚兰！"思嘉再一次喊起来，瞪着两只大眼睛。
    In a sudden flash of self-knowledge that made her mouth pop open with astonishment, she realized that she did not share with these women their fierce pride, their desire to sacrifice themselves and everything they had for the Cause. Before horror made her think: “No—no! I mustn’t think such things! They’re wrong—sinful,” she knew the Cause meant nothing at all to her and that she was bored with heating other people talk about it with that fanatic look in their eyes. The Cause didn’t seem sacred to her. The war didn’t seem to be a holy affair, but a nuisance that killed men senselessly and cost money and made luxuries hard to get. She saw that she was tired of the endless knitting and the endless bandage rolling and lint picking that roughened the cuticle of her nails. And oh, she was so tired of the hospital! Tired and bored and nauseated with the sickening gangrene smells and the endless moaning, frightened by the look that coming death gave to sunken faces.
    媚兰那对本来很温和的黑眼睛现在冒出了怒火。"我的丈夫不害怕上了前线，你的丈夫也是这样。我宁愿他们两人死了也不要待在家里----啊，亲爱的，对不起。我这话太冒失、太残忍了！"她安慰地拍拍思嘉的臂膀，思嘉凝视着她。不过，思嘉心里想的不是已故的查尔斯。她想的是艾希礼。要是艾希礼也会死呢？这时恰好米德大夫朝她们这个摊位走来，她就转过头去机械地对他笑了笑。
    She looked furtively around her, as the treacherous, blasphemous thoughts rushed through her mind, fearful that someone might find them written clearly upon her face. Oh, why couldn’t she feel like those other women! They were whole hearted and sincere in their devotion to the Cause. They really meant everything they said and did. And if anyone should ever suspect that she— No, no one must ever know! She must go on making a pretense of enthusiasm and pride in the Cause which she could not feel, acting out her part of the widow of a Confederate officer who bears her grief bravely, whose heart is in the grave, who feels that her husband’s death meant nothing if it aided the Cause to triumph.
    “好啊，姑娘们，"他招呼她们，"你们能来真太好了。我知道你们今晚出来是多么不容易。不过，这全是为了主义呀。
    Oh, why was she different, apart from these loving women? She could never love anything or anyone so selflessly as they did. What a lonely feeling it was—and she had never been lonely either in body or spirit before. At first she tried to stifle the thoughts, but the hard self-honesty that lay at the base of her nature would not permit it And so, while the bazaar went on, while she and Melanie waited on the customers who came to their booth, her mind was busily working, trying to justify herself to herself—a task which she seldom found difficult.
    我现在要告诉你们一个秘密。我想出了一个惊人的办法，能在今晚给医院弄到更多的钱，可是我恐怕有些女士们会给吓坏了。"说到这里他停了下来，捋着山羊胡子格格地笑着。
    The other women were simply silly and hysterical with their talk of patriotism and the Cause, and the men were almost as bad with their talk of vital issues and States’ Rights. She, Scarlett O’Hara Hamilton, alone had good hard-headed Irish sense. She wasn’t going to make a fool out of herself about the Cause, but neither was she going to make a fool out of herself by admitting her true feelings. She was hard-headed enough to be practical about the situation, and no one would ever know how she felt How surprised the bazaar would be if they knew what she really was thinking! How shocked if she suddenly climbed on the bandstand and declared that she thought the war ought to stop, so everybody could go home and tend to their cotton and there could be parties and beaux again and plenty of pale green dresses.
    “唔，什么？快说吧！”
    For a moment, her self-justification buoyed her up but still she looked about the hall with distaste. The McLure girls’ booth was inconspicuous, as Mrs. Merriwether had said, and there were long intervals when no one came to their corner and Scarlett had nothing to do but look enviously on the happy throng. Melanie sensed her moodiness but, crediting it to longing for Charlie, did not try to engage her in conversation. She busied herself arranging the articles in the booth in more attractive display, while Scarlett sat and looked glumly around the room. Even the banked flowers below the pictures of Mr. Davis and Mr. Stephens displeased her.
    “我再一想，觉得还是让你们猜一猜好。不过，如果教徒们因此要把我赶出这个城市，你们女孩子可得站出来支持我呀。反正，这都是为了医院。你们等着瞧吧。这样的事，以前还从没干过呢。"他大摇大摆地向坐在角落里的一群陪护走去了。这里思嘉和媚兰彼此转过头来正要猜测那个秘密究竟是怎么回事，却见有两位老先生已走近她们的摊位，大声宣布要买十英里长的梭织花边。好吧，有了两位老先生总比一位先生都没有要强，尽管思嘉在量花边时不得不假装正经地让人家在下巴上捏了一下。这两个老不正经的人迅速离开向柠檬水摊位那边去了，别的老头又来到柜台边。这个摊位的顾客不如旁的摊位上多，因为人家那有里梅贝尔·梅里韦瑟的银笛般的欢笑，有范妮·埃尔辛的格格的笑声，有惠廷家姑娘们的灵敏的应答，能使顾客们感到高兴。媚兰就像个小店主似的悄悄地，冷静地卖给男人们一些不怎么合用的东西，而思嘉又是以媚兰为榜样行事的。
    “It looks like an altar,” she sniffed. “And the way they all carry on about those two, they might as well be the Father and the Son!” Then smitten with sudden fright at her irreverence she began hastily to cross herself by way of apology but caught herself in time.
    别的柜台前都有大群的人站在那里，姑娘们在叽哩呱啦地闲聊，男人们在买东西，但思嘉和媚兰的柜台前不是这样。
    “Well, it’s true,” she argued with her conscience. “Everybody carries on like they were holy and they aren’t anything but men, and mighty unattractive looking ones at that.”
    来到这里的很少几个人，也只谈谈他们怎样跟艾希礼一起上大学，说他是多好的一名士兵，或者以尊敬的口气谈到查尔斯，叹息他的死对亚特兰大是多么大的损失，等等。
    Of course, Mr. Stephens couldn’t help how he looked for he had been an invalid all his life, but Mr. Davis— She looked up at the cameo clean, proud face. It was his goatee that annoyed her the most. Men should either be clean shaven, mustached or wear full beards.
    随后，乐队忽然奏起《约翰尼·布克，帮助这个黑人》的纵情欢乐的曲调，思嘉一听几乎要惊叫起来。她想跳舞。她真的想跳舞啊！她看着眼前的地板，随着乐调用脚尖轻轻地拍打，同时她的绿眼睛焕发出炽热的光辉，仿佛正在哔哔剥剥地燃烧似的。这时有个新来的站在门道里的男人从对面看见了她们，并且突然认出来了，于是仔细观察着思嘉那张愠怒不平的脸孔和那双斜斜的眼睛起来。接着，他暗自咧嘴一笑，因为弄清了对方暗示欢迎的表情，这种表情当然是每个人都看得出来的。
    “That little wisp looks like it was just the best he could do,” she thought, not seeing in his face the cold hard intelligence that was carrying the weight of a new nation.
    他穿一套黑色毛葛衣服，高高个子的，凌驾于近旁那些军官之上，肩膀很宽，但往下便渐渐瘦削，形成一个细细的腰身和一双小得出奇的脚，脚上是铮亮的皮靴。他那一身纯黑的衣服，一件带褶边的漂亮衬衫和一条笔挺的直罩脚背的裤子，显得有些同他的体态和面容很不相称，因为他修饰得像个花花公子，把一套纨绔子式的衣裳穿在一个强壮和隐隐流露危险性而斯文气很少的人身上了。他的头发乌溜溜的，两片小小的黑髭修剪得十分精致，与身旁那些骑兵的时髦而张扬的髭髦比起来，显得像外国人的模样，看他那神气，他分明是个荒淫无耻的家伙。他显得非常自负，给人以讨厌的傲慢无礼的感觉，而且他凝望思嘉时那双放肆的眼睛有一种不怀好意的神色，直到思嘉终于感觉到了他的注视而向他望去为止。
    No, she was not happy now, and at first she had been radiant with the pleasure of being in a crowd. Now just being present was not enough. She was at the bazaar but not a part of it. No one paid her any attention and she was the only young unmarried woman present who did not have a beau. And all her life she had enjoyed the center of the stage. It wasn’t fair! She was seventeen years old and her feet were patting the floor, wanting to skip and dance. She was seventeen years old and she had a husband lying at Oakland Cemetery and a baby in his cradle at Aunt Pittypat’s and everyone thought she should be content with her lot. She had a whiter bosom and a smaller waist and a tinier foot than any girl present, but for all they mattered she might just as well be lying beside Charles with “Beloved Wife of” carved over her.
    她心中隐约接到了相识的信号，可一时想不其他究竟是谁。不过他是几个月来头一位显示了对她颇有兴趣的男人，于是她抛给他一个快乐的微笑。他向她鞠躬，她也轻轻回了一礼，接着他就挺直身子，以一种特别柔和的印第安人般的步态朝她走来，这可吓得她不觉用手去捂住自己的嘴，因为现在她知道他是谁了。
    She wasn’t a girl who could dance and flirt and she wasn’t a wife who could sit with other wives and criticize the dancing and flirting girls. And she wasn’t old enough to be a widow. Widows should be old—so terribly old they didn’t want to dance and flirt and be admired. Oh, it wasn’t fair that she should have to sit here primly and be the acme of widowed dignity and propriety when she was only seventeen. It wasn’t fair that she must keep her voice low and her eyes cast modestly down, when men, attractive ones, too, came to their booth.
    好像被雷电击中了似的，她站在那里木然发呆，他却穿过人群走了过来，这时她才盲目地转过身子，一心想赶快跑进后面卖点心的房间里去，但是她的裙子被摊位上的一只铁钉挂住了，她生气地拼命拔着、拉扯着，但顷刻之间他已经来到了她身旁。
    Every girl in Atlanta was three deep in men. Even the plainest girls were carrying on like belles—and, oh, worst of all, they were carrying on in such lovely, lovely dresses!
    “让我来吧，"他说着，便弯下腰来解裙子上的那条荷叶边。"奥哈拉小姐，真没想到你还记得我。"他那声音，她听来觉得分外愉快，是一个上等人的节奏抑扬的调子，响亮而带有查尔斯顿人的平稳、和缓、悠长的韵味。
    Here she sat like a crow with hot black taffeta to her wrists and buttoned up to her chin, with not even a hint of lace or braid, not a jewel except Ellen’s onyx mourning brooch, watching tacky-looking girls hanging on the arms of good-looking men. All because Charles Hamilton had had the measles. He didn’t even die in a fine glow of gallantry in battle, so she could brag about him.
    她恳求地抑望着他，因为上次见面的情景而羞得满脸通红，面对着那两只她生气所见最黑亮的、如今在无情地欢蹦乱跳的眼睛。这世界上有那么多人，怎么竟然是他来了呢，这个可怕的家伙曾经目睹过她与艾希礼演出那一幕，那至今仍使她作恶梦的一幕呀！这个糟践过女孩子的讨厌坏蛋，早已是正经人家不肯接待的人了，可他还好像满有理由地说过她不是个上等女人呢！
    Rebelliously she leaned her elbows on the counter and looked at the crowd, flouting Mammy’s oft-repeated admonition against leaning on elbows and making them ugly and wrinkled. What did it matter if they did get ugly? She’d probably never get a chance to show them again. She looked hungrily at the frocks floating by, butter-yellow watered silks with garlands of rosebuds; pink satins with eighteen flounces edged with tiny black velvet ribbons; baby blue taffeta, ten yards in the skirt and foamy with cascading lace; exposed bosoms; seductive flowers. Maybelle Merriwether went toward the next booth on the arm of the Zouave, in an apple-green tarlatan so wide that it reduced her waist to nothingness. It Was showered and flounced with cream-colored Chantilly lace that had come from Charleston on the last blockader, and Maybelle was flaunting it as saucily as if she and not the famous Captain Butler had run the blockade.
    媚兰听了他的声音，便转过身来，这时思嘉才头一次谢天谢地庆幸自己在世界上还有这么一位小姑子。
    “How sweet I’d look in that dress,” thought Scarlett, a savage envy in her heart. “Her waist is as big as a cow’s. That green is just my color and it would make my eyes look— Why will blondes try to wear that color? Her skin looks as green as an old cheese. And to think I’ll never wear that color again, not even when I do get out of mourning. No, not even if I do manage to get married again. Then I’ll have to wear tacky old grays and tans and lilacs.”
    “怎么----这是----是瑞德·巴特勒先生，不是吗？”媚兰微露笑容说，一面伸出手来。"我见过你----”“在宣布你们订婚的喜庆日。"他补充说，同时低下头来吻她的手。" 谢谢你还记得我。”“巴特勒先生，你从查尔斯顿老远跑来有何贵干埃”“为一桩生意上的麻烦事，威尔克斯太太。从今往后我就得在你们这个城市进进出出了，我发现我不仅得把货物运进来，而且得照料它们的处理情况。”“运进来----"媚兰开始时皱起眉头，但随即露出欢快的微笑。"怎么，你----你一定就是我们经常听到的那位大名鼎鼎的巴特勒船长---- 跑封锁线的人物了。这里每个女孩子都穿着你运进来的衣裳呢，思嘉，你不觉得激动吗---- 怎么了，亲爱的？快坐下吧。你头晕了？"思嘉坐到小凳子上。她的呼吸变得如此急促，以致她担心胸衣上的纽带要绷断了。啊，这是多么可怕的事情！她也没想到还会碰见这个人呢。这时他从柜台上拿起她的那把黑扇子，开始关切地给她扇起来，也许太关切了，他的面容显得很严肃，但眼睛仍在跳动。
    For a brief moment she considered the unfairness of it all. How short was the time for fun, for pretty clothes, for dancing, for coquetting! Only a few, too few years! Then you married and wore dull-colored dresses and had babies that ruined your waist line and sat in corners at dances with other sober matrons and only emerged to dance with your husband or with old gentlemen who stepped on your feet. If you didn’t do these things, the other matrons talked about you and then your reputation was ruined and your family disgraced. It seemed such a terrible waste to spend all your little girlhood learning how to be attractive and how to catch men and then only use the knowledge for a year or two. When she considered her training at the hands of Ellen and Mammy, she knew it had been thorough and good because it had always reaped results. There were set rules to be followed, and if you followed them success crowned your efforts.
    “这里可真热呢，"他说。"难怪奥哈拉小姐要发晕了。让我领你到窗口去好吗？”“不要，"思嘉说，口气那么粗鲁，使媚兰都愣了。
    With old ladies you were sweet and guileless and appeared as simple minded as possible, for old ladies were sharp and they watched girls as jealously as cats, ready to pounce on any indiscretion of tongue or eye. With old gentlemen, a girl was pert and saucy and almost, but not quite, flirtatious, so that the old fools’ vanities would be tickled. It made them feel devilish and young and they pinched your cheek and declared you Were a minx. And, of course, you always blushed on such occasions, otherwise they would pinch you with more pleasure than was proper and then tell their sons that you were fast.
    “她已经不是奥哈拉小姐了，"媚兰说。"她如今是汉密尔顿夫人，是我的嫂子，”同时媚兰递给她一个亲昵的眼角。看着巴特勒船长那张海盗般黝黑的脸上的表情，思嘉只觉得自己快要给闷死了。
    With young girls and young married women, you slopped over with sugar and kissed them every time you met them, even if it was ten times a day. And you put your arms about their waists and suffered them to do the same to you, no matter how much you disliked it You admired their frocks or their babies indiscriminately and teased about beaux and complimented husbands and giggled modestly and denied that you had any charms at all compared with theirs. And, above all, you never said what you really thought about anything, any more than they said what they really thought.
    “我深信不疑这对于两位迷人的太太是可喜可贺的事。"他说着，微微鞠了一躬。这样的恭维话每个男人都讲过，可是从他嘴里说出，思嘉便觉得完全是相反的意思了。
    Other women’s husbands you let severely alone, even if they were your own discarded beaux, and no matter how temptingly attractive they were. If you were too nice to young husbands, their wives said you were fast and you got a bad reputation and never caught any beaux of your own.
    “你们两位的先生今晚都来了吧，我想，在这个愉快的盛会上？真想再一次见到他们呢。”“我丈夫在弗吉尼亚，"媚兰骄傲地昂了昂头，"只是查理----"她的声音突然中断了。
    But with young bachelors—ah, that was a different matter! You could laugh softly at them and when they came flying to see why you laughed, you could refuse to tell them and laugh harder and keep them around indefinitely trying to find out. You could promise, with your eyes, any number of exciting things that would make a man maneuver to get you alone. And, having gotten you alone, you could be very, very hurt or very, very angry when he tried to kiss you. You could make him apologize for being a cur and forgive him so sweetly that he would hang around trying to kiss you a second time. Sometimes, but not often, you did let him kiss you. (Ellen and Mammy had not taught her that but she learned it was effective.) Then you cried and declared you didn’t know what had come over you and that he couldn’t ever respect you again. Then he had to dry your eyes and usually he proposed, to show just how much he did respect you. And then there were— Oh, there were so many things to do to bachelors and she knew them all, the nuance of the sidelong glance, the half-smile behind the fan, the swaying of the hips so that skirts swung like a bell, the tears, the laughter, the flattery, the sweet sympathy. Oh, all the tricks that never failed to work—except with Ashley.
    “他死在军营里了，"思嘉硬邦邦、怒冲冲地说。难道这家伙永远不走了？媚兰瞧着她，大为惊异，那位船长则打了一个自责的手势。
    No, it didn’t seem right to learn all these smart tricks, use them so briefly and then put them away forever. How wonderful it would be never to marry but to go on being lovely in pale green dresses and forever courted by handsome men. But, if you went on too long, you got to be an old maid like India Wilkes and everyone said “poor thing” in that smug hateful way. No, after all it was better to marry and keep your self-respect even if you never had any more fun.
    “我怎能这样！请务必宽恕，亲爱的太太们----不过，也许允许一个陌生人表示一点慰问，我是说，为了国家，虽死犹生嘛。"媚兰眨着泪眼对他笑了笑，然而思嘉只觉得一阵怒火和内在仇恨在狠咬她的脏腑。他是又一次说了句得体的恭维话，这是任何一位先生在这种情况下都会说出来的，不过他的意思则完全是另一回事。他是在嘲笑她呢。他明明知道她不爱查尔斯，而媚兰这个大傻瓜却看不明白他。啊，恳求上帝，千万别让人看透他呀！她又惊慌又恐惧地思忖着。他会说出他所知道的情况吗？他无疑不是个上等人，既然这样，就很难说他会怎样了。对这种人是没有什么标准好衡量的。她抬起头来望着他，只见他的两个嘴角朝下耷拉，装出一副假惺惺的同情的样子，同时他们在继续替她打扇。他那表情中有某种东西在向她的精神挑战，这引起她心中一股憎恶之情，力量同时也恢复了。她突然从他手中把扇子夺了过来。
    Oh, what a mess life was! Why had she been such an idiot as to marry Charles of all people and have her life end at sixteen?
    “我已经好好的了，"她用严厉的口气说，"用不着这样扇，把我的头发扇乱了！”
    Her indignant and hopeless reverie was broken when the crowd began pushing back against the walls, the ladies carefully holding their hoops so that no careless contact should turn them up against their bodies and show more pantalets than was proper. Scarlett tiptoed above the crowd and saw the captain of the militia mounting the orchestra platform. He shouted orders and half of the Company fell into line. For a few minutes they went through a brisk drill that brought perspiration to their foreheads and cheers and applause from the audience. Scarlett clapped her hands dutifully with the rest and, as the soldiers pushed forward toward the punch and lemonade booths after they were dismissed, she turned to Melanie, feeling that she had better begin her deception about the Cause as soon as possible.
    “亲爱的！思嘉！巴特勒船长，请你务必原谅她。她----她一听到有人说可怜的查理的名字，就要失去理智----也许，说到底，我们今晚不该到这里来的，早晨我们还安安静静的，你瞧，可后来太紧张了----这音乐，这热闹劲儿，可怜的孩子！”“我很理解，"他努力装出严肃口吻说，可是当他回过头来仔细凝望媚兰，好像把媚兰那可爱而忧郁的眼睛看穿了似的，这时他的表情就变了，那黑黑的脸孔上流露着勉强尊敬而温和的神色。"我相信你是位勇敢的少奶奶，威尔克斯太太。”“对我一字不提呢！"思嘉生气地想，而媚兰只是惶惑地笑着，然后答道：“哎哟，巴特勒船长！别这样说。医院委员会只不过要我们照管一下这个摊位，因为临揭幕前一分钟----要一只枕头套？这个就很好，上面有旗帜的。"她回过头去招呼那三位出现在柜台边的骑兵。有一会儿，媚兰心想巴特勒船长为人真好。然后，她就希望自己的裙子和摊位外面那只痰盂之间能有比那块绵布更加结实的东西挡住，因为那几位骑兵要对着痰盂吐烟草涎水，但不像使用马枪那样准确，说不定会吐到她身上来呢。接着又有更多的顾客拥上前来，她便把船长、思嘉和那只痰盂都忘了。
    “They looked fine, didn’t they?” she said.
    思嘉一声不响地坐在小凳上挥着扇子，也不敢抬头，只愿巴特勒船长快些回到他所属的那艘船上去。
    Melanie was fussing about with the knitted things on the counter.
    “你丈夫去世很久了？”
    “Most of them would look a lot finer in gray uniforms and in Virginia,” she said, and she did not trouble to lower her voice.
    “嗯，是的，很久了。快一年了。”
    Several of the proud mothers of members of the militia were standing close by and overheard the remark. Mrs. Guinan turned scarlet and then white, for her twenty-five-year-old Willie was in the company.
    “我相信，就像千秋万代似的。”
    Scarlett was aghast at such words coming from Melly of all people.
    思嘉不大明白千秋万代的意义，但听那口气无疑是引诱的味道，所以她默不作声。"那时你们结婚很久了吗？请原谅我提这样的问题，可是我离开这一带太久了。”“两个月，" 思嘉不大情愿地说。
    “Why, Melly!”
    “一个不折不扣的悲剧。"他用轻松的口气继续说。
    “You know it’s true, Scarlet. I don’t mean the little boys and the old gentlemen. But a lot of the militia are perfectly able to tote a rifle and that’s what they ought to be doing this minute.”
    啊，该死的家伙，她愤愤地想。如果不是他而是任何别的人，我简直要气得发僵，并且命令他立即滚开，可是他知道艾希礼的事，而且还知道我并不爱查理。这样，我的手脚就给捆住了，她默不作声，仍旧低着头看她的扇子。
    “But—but—” began Scarlett, who had never considered the matter before. “Somebody’s got to stay home to—” What was it Willie Guinan had told her by way of excusing his presence in Atlanta? “Somebody’s got to stay home to protect the state from invasion.”
    “那么，这是你头一次在公众场合露面了？”“我知道在这里很不合适。"她连忙解释说。"不过，负责这个摊位的麦克卢尔家的姑娘们临时有事到外地去了，又没有别的人，所以媚兰和我----”“为了主义，多大的牺牲也是应该的。"这不是埃尔辛太太说过的话吗？可是她说的时候听起来不一样，她真想刺他几句，不过话到嘴边又收了回去。毕竟，她到这里来不是为了什么主义，而是因为在家里待腻了。
    “Nobody’s invading us and nobody’s going to,” said Melly coolly, looking toward a group of the militia. “And the best way to keep out invaders is to go to Virginia and beat the Yankees there. And as for all this talk about the militia staying here to keep the darkies from rising—why, it’s the silliest thing I ever heard of. Why should our people rise? It’s just a good excuse for cowards. I’ll bet we could lick the Yankees in a month if all the militia of all the states went to Virginia. So there!”
    “我常常想，"他沉思道，"服丧制度，让女人披着黑纱关在屋子里度过她们剩下的一生，这简直就像印度寡妇自焚殉夫一样的野蛮。”“自焚殉夫？"他笑了笑，她因为自己的无知而脸红了，她恨那些说起话来叫她听不懂的人。
    “Why, Melly!” cried Scarlett again, staring.
    “在印度，一个男人死了就烧掉，而不是埋葬，同时他的妻子也总是爬到火葬堆上同他一起被烧死。”“她们为什么这样呢？多惨啊！难道警察也不管吗？”“当然不管，一个不自焚的老婆会成为被社会遗孀的人，所有高贵的印度太太都要因为她不像有教养的女人而纷纷议论呢，这好比那个角落里有身份的女士们会议论你似的，要是你今天晚上穿着红衣裳来领跳一场苏格兰舞的话，不过，据我个人看来，自焚殉夫比我们南方活埋寡妇的习俗还要人道许多。”“你怎么敢说我被活埋了呢！”“你看女人们把那根捆住她们的锁链抓得多紧！你觉得印度的习俗很野蛮----可是，如果不是南部联盟需要你们，你会有勇气这天晚上在这里露面吗？”这样的辩论总是叫思嘉感到迷惑不解。巴特勒现在说的更是加倍使她糊涂了。因为她有个模糊的观念，即觉得其中有些道理。不过，现在是压倒他的时候了。
    Melly’s soft dark eyes were flashing angrily. “My husband wasn’t afraid to go and neither was yours. And I’d rather they’d both be dead than here at home— Oh, darling, I’m sorry. How thoughtless and cruel of me!”
    “当然喽，我是不会来的。因为那样就会是----嗯，是不体面的----就会显得好像我并不爱----"他瞪着眼睛等她说下去，眼光里流露出冷嘲的乐趣，这叫她无法说下去了。他知道她没有爱过查理，而且不让她企图利用他的客气和好意来加以解释，同这样一个不是上等人的家伙打交道，是一件多么多么可怕的事啊！一个上等人，即使明明知道一位女士是在说谎，也往往显得是相信她的。
    She stroked Scarlett’s arm appealingly and Scarlett stared at her. But it was not of dead Charles she was thinking. It was of Ashley. Suppose he too were to die? She turned quickly and smiled automatically as Dr. Meade walked up to their booth.
    这才是南方骑士的风度。一个上等人总是正正当当，说起话来总是规规矩矩，总是设法使女人感到舒服，可是这个男人好像并不理睬什么规矩，并且显然很高兴谈一些谁也没有谈过的事情。
    “Well, girls,” he greeted them, “it was nice of you to come. I know what a sacrifice it must have been for you to come out tonight. But it’s all for the Cause. And I’m going to tell you a secret. I’ve a surprise way for making some more money tonight for the hospital, but I’m afraid some of the ladies are going to be shocked about it.”
    “我急着要听你说下去呢。”
    He stopped and chuckled as he tugged at his gray goatee.
    “我想你这人真是讨厌透顶，"她眼睛向下无可奈何地说。
    “Oh, what? Do tell!”
    他从柜台上俯过身来，直到嘴巴靠近了她的耳朵，用一种与经常在雅典娜剧场出现的那个舞台丑角很相像的姿态轻轻地说：“别害怕，我的好太太！你的秘密在我手里是绝对安全的！”“哦，"她狂热地低语说，"你怎么能说出这种话！”“我只是想让你放心嘛，你还要我说什么呢？'依了我吧，美人儿，要不我就给捅出来！'----难道要我这样说吗？”她不大情愿地面对着他的目光，看见它就像个淘气孩子在捉弄人似的。她噗哧一声笑起来。毕竟这场面太可笑了。他也跟着笑，笑得那么响，以致角落里的几位陪护人都朝这边观看。一经发现原来查尔斯·汉密尔顿的遗孀在跟一位从不相识的陌生人亲热得不亦乐乎，她们便把脑袋凑在一起议论开了。
    “On second thought I believe I’ll keep you guessing, too. But you girls must stand up for me if the church members want to run me out of town for doing it. However, it’s for the hospital You’ll see. Nothing like this has ever been done before.”
    米德大人登上乐台，摊开两只手臂叫大家安静，接着响起一阵冬冬的鼓声和一起嘘声。
    He went off pompously toward a group of chaperons in one corner, and just as the two girls had turned to each other to discuss the possibilities of the secret, two old gentlemen bore down on the booth, declaring in loud voices that they wanted ten miles of tatting. Well, after all, old gentlemen were better than no gentlemen at all, thought Scarlett, measuring out the tatting and submitting demurely to being chucked under the chin. The old blades charged off toward the lemonade booth and others took their places at the counter. Their booth did not have so many customers as did the other booths where the tootling laugh of Maybelle Merriwether sounded and Fanny Elsing’s giggles and the Whiting girls’ repartee made merriment. Melly sold useless stuff to men who could have no possible use for it as quietly and serenely as a shopkeeper, and Scarlett patterned her conduct on Melly’s.
    “今天，我们大家。"他开始讲演，"得衷心感谢这么多美丽的女士们，是她们以不知疲倦的爱国热情，不但把这个义卖会办得非常成功，而且把这个简陋的大厅变成了一座优美的庭园，一座与我周围的玫瑰花蕾相称的花园。"大家都拍手赞赏。
    There were crowds in front of every other counter but theirs, girls chattering, men buying. The few who came to them talked about how they went to the university with Ashley and what a fine soldier he was or spoke in respectful tones of Charles and how great a loss to Atlanta his death had been.
    “女士们付出的最大代价，不仅仅是她们的时间，还有她们双手的劳作；而且，这些摊位上的精良物品是加倍美丽的，因为它们出自我们迷人的南方妇女的灵巧的双手。"又是一阵热烈的欢呼声，这时，一直懒洋洋地斜靠在思嘉身旁那截柜台上的瑞德·巴特勒却低声说：“你看他像一只神气活现的山羊吗？”思嘉首先大吃一惊，怎么对亚特兰大这位最受爱戴的公民如此大不敬呢？她用责备的眼光注视着他。不过，这位大夫下颔上那把不停地摇摆着的灰色胡子，也的确使他像只山羊，她瞧着瞧着便忍不住格格地笑了。
    Then the music broke into the rollicking strains of “Johnny Booker, he’p dis Nigger!” and Scarlett thought she would scream. She wanted to dance. She wanted to dance. She looked across the floor and tapped her foot to the music and her green eyes blazed so eagerly that they fairly snapped. All the way across the floor, a man, newly come and standing in the doorway, saw them, started in recognition and watched closely the slanting eyes in the sulky, rebellious face. Then he grinned to himself as he recognized the invitation that any male could read.
    “但是，只有这些还不够。医院委员会里那些好心的女士们，她们用镇静的双手抚慰了许多苦难者的心，把那些为了我们最最英勇的主义而受伤的人从死神的牙关里抢救了出来，她们是最了解我们的迫切需要的。我不想在这里列举她们的名字。我们必须有更多的钱用来向英国购买药品，今天晚上还承蒙那位勇敢的船长来参加我们的盛会，他在封锁线上成功地跑了一年，而且还要继续跑下去，给我们带来所需的药品。瑞德·巴特勒船长！"虽然出其不意，那位跑封锁的人物还是很有礼貌地鞠了一躬----太彬彬有礼了，思嘉想，并开始琢磨其中的原因。看来仿佛是这样：他过份表示礼貌，恰恰是由于他对所有在场的人极为轻蔑的缘故。他鞠躬时全场发出热烈的喝彩声，连坐在角落里的太太们也伸长脖子在看他。这就是可怜的查尔斯·汉密尔顿的遗孀在勾搭的那个人呀！可查理死了还不到一年呀！
    He was dressed in black broadcloth, a tall man, towering over the officers who stood near him, bulky in the shoulders but tapering to a small waist and absurdly small feet in varnished boots. His severe black suit, with fine ruffled shirt and trousers smartly strapped beneath high insteps, was oddly at variance with his physique and face, for he was foppishly groomed, the clothes of a dandy on a body that was powerful and latently dangerous in its lazy grace. His hair was jet black, and his black mustache was small and closely clipped, almost foreign looking compared with the dashing, swooping mustaches of the cavalrymen near by. He looked, and was, a man of lusty and unashamed appetites. He had an air of utter assurance, of displeasing insolence about him, and there was a twinkle of malice in his bold eyes as he stared at Scarlett, until finally, feeling his gaze, she looked toward him.
    “我们需要更多的黄金，我此刻正在向你们提出请求，"大夫继续说，“我恳求你们作出牺牲，不过这种牺牲，跟我们那些穿灰军服的勇士们正在作出的牺牲比起来，便显得微不足道，甚至是可笑的了。女士们，我要你们的首饰，是我要你们的首饰吗？不。联盟需要你们的首饰，联盟号召你们献出来，我相信没有哪个人会拒绝的。一颗亮晶晶的宝石戴在一只美丽的手腕上，多好看呀！金光闪闪的别针佩在我国爱国妇女的胸前，多美呀！但是，为主义作出的牺牲比所有这些金饰和宝石要美丽多少倍呢。金子要熔化，宝石要卖掉，把钱用来买药品和其他医药物资。女士们，现在有两位英勇的伤兵提着篮子来到你们面前----"他讲话的后一部分被暴风雨般的掌声和欢呼声淹没了。
    Somewhere in her mind, the bell of recognition rang, but for the moment she could not recall who he was. But he was the first man in months who had displayed an interest in her, and she threw him a gay smile. She made a little curtsy as he bowed, and then, as he straightened and started toward her with a peculiarly lithe Indian-like gait, her hand went to her mouth in horror, for she knew who he was.
    思嘉首先是深深庆幸自己正在服丧，不允许她戴外祖母留下的那副珍贵的耳坠和那条沉甸甸的金链，以及那对镶黑宝石的金手镯和那个石榴石别针。她看见那个小个子义勇兵用那只未受伤的胳臂挽着一只橡木条篮子在她这边人群里转来转去，还看见老老少少的妇女热情地嬉笑着在使劲捋镯子，或者装出痛苦的样子把耳坠从耳朵上摘下来。或互相帮助把项圈上的钩子解开，把别针从胸前取下，周围是一起轻轻的金属碰撞的丁丁声和"等等，等等，我很快就解下来了"的喊声，梅贝尔·梅里韦瑟正在拧她胳臂上的一副鸳鸯手镯。范妮·埃尔辛一面叫嚷着"我可以吗？妈。"一面在拉扯鬈发上那件世代相传的镶嵌珍珠的金头饰。每当一件捐物落入篮子，都要引起一阵喝彩和欢呼。
    Thunderstruck, she stood as if paralyzed while he made his way through the crowd. Then she turned blindly, bent on flight into the refreshment rooms, but her skirt caught on a nail of the booth. She jerked furiously at it, tearing it and, in an instant, he was beside her.
    现在，那个咧嘴傻笑的义勇兵胳臂上挽着沉沉甸甸的篮子向她们的摊位走来。他从瑞德·巴特勒身边走过时，一只漂亮的金烟盒给随随便便地丢进了篮子。他一来到思嘉面前，把篮子放在柜台上，思嘉便摇摇头摊开两手，表示什么也不能给他。要作为在场的独一无二毫无捐献的人，真是太难堪了。这时她看见了自己手上那只金光闪烁的粗大的结婚戒指。
    “Permit me,” he Said bending over and disentangling the flounce. “I hardly hoped that you would recall me, Miss O’Hara.”
    她惶惑地迟疑了一会儿，回想起查尔斯的面孔----他把戒指套在她手指时的那副表情。可是记忆已经模糊，被每次想其他都会立即产生的那种懊恼心情弄模糊了。查尔斯----那个断送她的一生，让她变成了一个老妇人的原因就在他身上呢。
    His voice was oddly pleasant to the ear, the well-modulated voice of a gentleman, resonant and overlaid with the flat slow drawl of the Charlestonian.
    她突然狠狠地掐住那只戒指想把它捋出来，可是它箍得很紧，动不了，这时义勇兵正要向媚兰走去。
    She looked up at him imploringly, her face crimson with the shame of their last meeting, and met two of the blackest eyes she had ever seen, dancing in merciless merriment. Of all the people in the world to turn up here, this terrible person who had witnessed that scene with Ashley which still gave her nightmares; this odious wretch who ruined girls and was not received by nice people; this despicable man who had said, and with good cause, that she was not a lady.
    “等等！"思嘉喊道。"我有点东西要捐献你呀！"戒指捋出来了，她准备把它丢进篮子里去，那儿已堆满金链、手表、指环、别针和镯子，可这时她看见了瑞德·巴特勒的眼睛。他那沿着的下唇露出一丝微笑，她好像反抗似的把戒指抛在那堆首饰上了。
    At the sound of his voice, Melanie turned and for the first time in her life Scarlett thanked God for the existence of her sister-in-law.
    “啊，亲爱的！"媚兰低声说，同时抓住她的胳膊，眼睛里闪耀着爱和骄傲的光辉。"你真勇敢，真是个勇敢的姑娘！
    “Why—it’s—it’s Mr. Rhett Butler, isn’t it?” said Melanie with a little smile, putting out her hand. I met you—”
    等等----喂，请等等，皮卡德中尉！我也有东西给你呢！"她使劲捋自己的结婚戒指，思嘉知道，自从艾希礼给她戴上以后从没离开过那只手指。世界上也只有思嘉知道，它对媚兰有着多么重要的意义。它好不容易被取下来了，接着在媚兰的小小手心里紧紧握了一会。然后才轻轻地落到那首饰堆上，两位姑娘站在那里目送义勇兵向角落里那群年长的太太们走去。思嘉是一副倔强的神态，媚兰则显得比流泪还要凄楚。这两种表情都被站在她们身边的那个男人看得清清楚楚。
    “On the happy occasion of the announcement of your betrothal,” he finished, bending over her hand. “It is kind of you to recall me.”
    “如果不是你勇敢地那样做了，我是无论怎样也做不到的，"媚兰说着，伸出胳臂抱住思嘉的腰肢，并且温柔地紧搂了一下。有一会儿思嘉很想摆脱她的胳臂，并使劲放一嗓子大叫一声"天知道！"就像她父亲感到恼怒时那副神态，但是她瞧见了瑞德·巴特勒的眼光，才设法装出一个酸溜溜的微笑来。媚兰总是误解她的动机，这使她感到十分懊恼----不过这或许比猜出她的本意要可取得多。
    “And what are you doing so far from Charleston, Mr. Butler?”
    “多么漂亮的一个举动，"瑞德·巴特勒温和地说。"就是像你们所作出的这样的牺牲，鼓舞了我们军队中那些勇敢的小伙子们。"思嘉正想狠狠地回敬他几句，还是好不容易克制住了。他的每一句话里都含有讽刺。她从心底里厌恶，这个懒洋洋地斜靠在柜台边的家伙。可是他身上有某种刺激性的东西，某种热烈的、富有生命力的、像电流一般的东西。她自己心中全部的爱尔兰品质都被鼓动起来迎接他那双黑眼睛的挑战了。她下定决心要把这个男人的锐气打下去一截子。他知道她的秘密，这使他处于对她的优势，而且是十分厉害的，因此她必须改变这种局面，要设法逼他退居下游。她把想要直截了当地说出自己对他看法的冲动使劲压了下去。糖浆往往比酸酣能抓到更多的苍蝇，像嬷嬷经常说的，而她是要抓住并且降服这只苍蝇，使得他再也休想来控制她了。
    “A boring matter of business, Mrs. Wilkes. I will be in and out of your town from now on. I find I must not only bring in goods but see to the disposal of them.”
    “谢谢你，"她温柔地说，故意装做不懂他的意思。"能得到赫赫有名巴特勒船长人物的夸奖，真是荣幸之至啊！"他掉过头来放声大笑----思嘉听来觉得很刺耳，就像鸦叫一般，她的脸又红了。
    “Bring in—” began Melly, her brow wrinkling, and then she broke into a delighted smile. “Why, you—you must be the famous Captain Butler we’ve been hearing so much about—the blockade runner. Why, every girl here is wearing dresses you brought in. Scarlett, aren’t you thrilled—what’s the matter, dear? Are you faint? Do sit down.”
    “怎么，难道你心里真是这样想的吗？”他好像逼着她回答，声音低得在周围一起喧嚷中只有她才能听见。"为什么你不说我不是什么上等人而是个该死的流氓，如果我不自己滚开你就要叫一个勇敢的大兵来把我赶出去吧？"她真想狠狠地回敬他几句，但话到嘴边又毅然打住，并换了个腔调说：“怎么，巴特勒船长！你说到哪里去了！仿佛没人知道你是多么有名、多么勇敢的一个----一个----”“我真对你感到失望了，"他说。
    Scarlett sank to the stool, her breath coming so rapidly she feared the lacings of her stays would burst. Oh, what a terrible thing to happen! She had never thought to meet this man again. He picked up her black fan from the counter and began fanning her solicitously, too solicitously, his face grave but his eyes still dancing.
    “失望？”
    “It is quite warm in here,” he said. “No wonder Miss O’Hara is faint. May I lead you to a window?”
    “是的。在第一次不平凡的见面时，我心想总算遇到了一个不但漂亮而且很有勇气的姑娘。可如今我发现你也只有漂亮罢了。”“你的意思是说我是个胆小鬼了？”“正是如此。你没有勇气说出你心里的话，我头一次见你时，我想：这是个万里挑一的女孩子。她不像旁的小笨蛋那样专门相信妈妈所说的一切，并且照着去做，也不管自己心里感觉如何。她们把自己的感情、希望和小小的伤心事用一大堆漂亮话掩藏起来。那时我想：奥哈拉小姐是个有独特精神的姑娘。她知道自己需要什么，她也不害怕说出自己的心事----或者摔花瓶。” “啊！那此刻我就要说出我的心事了，"她满脸的怒火冲口而出。"要是你还有一点点教养，你就再也不要到这里来，再也不要跟我说话了。你早就应当知道，我是决不想再理睬你的！你可不是个上等人！你是个讨厌的没教养的东西！你满以为有那几条小小的破船可以逃过北方佬的封锁，你就有权利到这里来嘲弄那些正在为主义贡献一切的勇敢的男人和女人了--- -”“得了，得了----"他奸笑地央求她。"你开头讲得蛮不错，说出了心里的话，但是请不要跟我谈什么主义嘛。我不高兴听人家谈这些，而且我敢打赌，你也----”“怎么，你怎么会----"她一开始便发觉自己失去了控制，于是赶快打住，满肚子懊恼自己不小心掉进了人家的陷阱。
    “No,” said Scarlett, so rudely that Melly stared.
    “你看到我之前，我就站在那边门道里，观望着你，"他说。"我同时观望别的女孩子。她们全都好像是从同一个模子里铸造出来的面孔。可你不一样，你脸上的表情是容易理解的。你没有把你的心思放在事业上，并且我敢打赌，你不是在思考我们的主义或医院。你满脸表现出来的是想要跳舞。要好好玩乐一番，但又办不到。所以你都要发狂了。讲老实话吧，难道我说得不对吗？”“巴特勒船长，我没有什么要跟你说的了。"她尽可能一本正经地对他说，努力想把已经丢掉了的面子挽回来一些。
    “She is not Miss O’Hara any longer,” said Melly. “She is Mrs. Hamilton. She is my sister now,” and Melly bestowed one of her fond little glances on her. Scarlett felt that she would strangle at the expression on Captain Butler’s swarthy piratical face.
    “仅仅凭一个'伟大的跑封锁线的冒险家'的身份，你是没有权利侮辱妇女的。”“伟大的跑封锁线的冒险家！这真是笑话，请你再给我一点点宝贵的时间，然后再叫我不明不白地走开吧。我不想让这么可爱的一个小小爱国者，对于我为联盟的主义所作出的贡献，仍处于茫然无所知的境地呢。”“我没有兴趣听你吹了！”“对我来说跑封锁线是一桩生意，我从中赚了不少钱，一旦我不再从中赚钱了，我便会撒手不干。你看这怎么样呢？”“我看你是个要钱不要脸的流氓----跟那些北方佬一样。”“一点不错，"他咧着嘴笑笑，"北方佬还帮我赚钱呢。可不，上个月我还把船径直开进纽约港，装了一船的货物呢。”“什么！"思嘉惊叫一声，不由得大感兴趣，十分激动。
    “I am sure that is a great gain to two charming ladies,” said he, making a slight bow. That was the kind of remark all men made, but when he said it it seemed to her that he meant just the opposite.
    “难道他们不轰你？”
    “Your husbands are here tonight, I trust, on this happy occasion? It would be a pleasure to renew acquaintances.”
    “当然不啦。我可怜的天真娃娃！那边有的是联邦爱国者，他们并不反对卖东西给联盟来赚大钱呀。我把船开进纽约，向北方佬公司卖进货物，当然是十分秘密的。然后再开回来。等到这样做有点危险了，我就换个地方，到纳索去，那里同样是这些联邦爱国者给我准备好了火药、枪弹和漂亮的长裙。这比到英国去更方便一些。有时候，要把它运进查尔斯顿或者威尔明顿，倒稍稍有点困难----不过，你万万想不到一点点黄金能起多大的作用呀！” “唔，我知道北方佬很坏，可是不知道----”“北方佬出卖联邦赚几个老实钱，这有什么不好啊？这一点关系也没有。结果反正都一样，他们知道联盟总是要被打垮的，那又为什么不尽早捞几个钱呢？”“给打垮----我们？”“当然喽。”“请你赶快走开好吗----难道我还得叫马车拉我回家去，这才能摆脱你吗？”“好一个火热的小叛徒！"他说，又咧嘴笑了笑，接着他鞠了一躬，便悠然自得地走开了。让她一个人气得胸脯一鼓一鼓地站在那里。一种连她自己也不理解的失望，好比一个孩子眼看自己的幻想破灭时的失望，像火焰般在她心里燃烧。
    “My husband is in Virginia,” said Melly with a proud lift of her head. “But Charles—” Her voice broke.
    他怎么敢把那些跑封锁线的人说得那么迷人，他怎么竟敢说联盟会被打垮！光凭这一点就该枪毙他----作为叛徒枪毙。她环视大厅，望着所有熟悉的面孔，那么相信成功那么勇敢、那么忠诚的面孔，可是不知怎的突然一丝冰冷的凉意向她心头袭来。给打垮吗？这些人 ----怎么，当然不会！连这个想法本身都是不可能的，不忠的。
    “He died in camp,” said Scarlett flatly. She almost snapped the words. Would this creature never go away? Melly looked at her, startled, and the Captain made a gesture of self-reproach.
    “你们俩嘀咕什么了？"媚兰见顾客都走开了，便转过身来问思嘉。"我看见梅里韦瑟太太始终在盯着你，都觉得不好意思了。亲爱的，你知道她会怎么说吗！”“唔，刚才这个人太差劲----是个没教养的东西，"思嘉说。"至于梅里韦瑟那老太太，就让她说去吧。我可不耐烦就专门为她去做个傻里巴几的人呢。”“怎么，思嘉！"媚兰生气地喊道。
    “My dear ladies—how could I! You must forgive me. But permit a stranger to offer the comfort of saying that to die for one’s country is to live forever.”
    “嘘----嘘，"思嘉提醒她注意，"米德大夫又要讲话了。"听到大夫提高了声音，人群便再次安静下来，他首先感谢女士们踊跃捐出了她们的首饰。
    Melanie smiled at him through sparkling tears while Scarlett felt the fox of wrath and impotent hate gnaw at her vitals. Again he had made a graceful remark, the kind of compliment any gentleman would pay under such circumstances, but he did not mean a word of it. He was jeering at her. He knew she hadn’t loved Charles. And Melly was just a big enough fool not to see through him. Oh, please God, don’t let anybody else see through him, she thought with a start of terror. Would he tell what he knew? Of course he wasn’t a gentleman and there was no telling what men would do when they weren’t gentlemen. There was no standard to judge them by. She looked up at him and saw that his mouth was pulled down at the corners in mock sympathy, even while he swished the fan. Something in his look challenged her spirit and brought her strength back in a surge of dislike. Abruptly she snatched the fan from his hand.
    “那么，女士们和先生们，现在我要提出一个惊人的建议----一个会使你们某些人感到震惊的新鲜玩意，不过我请你们记住，这纯粹是替医院、替我们的躺在医院里的小伙子来着想的。"人人都争着挤上前去，预先猜想这位不露声色的大夫所要提出的惊人建议究竟是什么。
    “I’m quite all right,” she said tartly. “There’s no need to blow my hair out of place.”
    “舞会就要开始了，第一个节目当然是弗吉尼亚双人舞。
    “Scarlett, darling! Captain Butler, you must forgive her. She—she isn’t herself when she hears poor Charlie’s name spoken—and perhaps, after all, we shouldn’t have come here tonight. We’re still in mourning, you see, and it’s quite a strain on her—all this gaiety and music, poor child.”
    接着是一场华尔兹。然后是波尔卡舞、苏格兰轮舞、玛祖卡舞，这些都将用一个弗吉尼亚短舞打头。我知道，对于弗吉尼亚双人舞的领头是会有一番小小的竞争，所以----"大夫擦了擦他的额头，向角落里投去一个滑稽的眼色，他的太太就坐在那些陪护人中间。"先生们，如果你们想同你所挑选的一位女士领跳一场弗吉尼亚双人舞，你就得出钱去请她。我愿意当拍卖人，卖得的钱都归医院。"突然所有正在挥动的扇子都停止了，一起激动的嗡嗡声在整个大厅泛滥开来。陪护人所在的那个角落也是混乱一团，其中米德太太急于对丈夫的提议表示支持，可他的那种新花样又是她从心底里不赞成的。所以处于不利地位，埃尔辛太太，梅里韦瑟太太和惠廷太太脸都气红了。可是突然从乡团中爆发出一阵欢呼，并立即获得其他穿军服的人的附和。年轻姑娘们都热烈鼓掌，兴奋得跳起来。
    “I quite understand,” he said with elaborate gravity, but as he turned and gave Melanie a searching look that went to the bottom of her sweet worried eyes, his expression changed, reluctant respect and gentleness coming over his dark face. “I think you’re a courageous little lady, Mrs. Wilkes.”
    “你不觉得这是----这简直是----简直有点像拍卖奴隶吗？”媚兰低声说，疑惑地凝视着那位早已设防的大夫，而他在她眼中一直是个完美无缺的人物。
    “Not a word about me!” thought Scarlett indignantly, as Melly smiled in confusion and answered,
    思嘉什么也不说，然而她的眼睛在发光，她的心紧缩得有点疼痛。如果她不是寡妇就好了，如果她又是从前的思嘉·奥哈拉，穿着苹果绿衣裳，胸前沿着深绿色天鹅绒饰带，黑头发上簪着月下香，袅袅婷婷地走在外面舞场里，那她就会领那场弗吉尼亚双人舞。是的，一定会这样！那会引起十几位男子来争她，争着将自己所出的价钱交给大夫。啊，如今只能强制自己坐在这里当墙花，眼看范妮或梅贝尔作为亚特兰大的美人儿领跳第一场双人舞了！
    “Dear me, no, Captain Butler! The hospital committee just had to have us for this booth because at the last minute— A pillow case? Here’s a lovely one with a flag on it.”
    忽然从那一起嘈杂中冒出了小个儿义勇兵的声音，他用十分明显的法兰西腔调说：“请允许我----用２０美元请梅贝尔·梅里韦瑟小姐。"梅贝尔刷地脸一下红了，赶紧伏在范妮的肩上，两个人交缠着脖子把脸藏起来，吃吃地笑着，这时有许多别的声音在喊着别人的名字，提出不同的价额。米德大夫又是笑嘻嘻的了，他根本不肯理会坐在角落里的医院妇女委员会在怎样愤慨地纷纷议论。
    She turned to three cavalrymen who appeared at her counter. For a moment, Melanie thought how nice Captain Butler was. Then she wished that something more substantial than cheesecloth was between her skirt and the spittoon that stood just outside the booth, for the aim of the horsemen with amber streams of tobacco juice was not so unerring as with their long horse pistols. Then she forgot about the Captain, Scarlett and the spittoons as more customers crowded to her.
    开始，梅里韦瑟太太断然大声宣布，她的女儿梅贝尔绝对不参加这样一种活动；可是，等到梅贝尔的名字喊得更多、价额也提高到了７５美元时，她的抗议便开始松劲了。思嘉撑着两只臂肘倚在柜台上，望见拥挤的人群在乐台周围兴奋的笑着喊着，挥舞着大把大把南部联盟的钞票，不由得眼红得要冒火了。
    Scarlett sat quietly on the stool fanning herself, not daring to look up, wishing Captain Butler back on the deck of his ship where he belonged.
    现在，他们大家都要跳舞了----除了她和那些老太太们。
    “Your husband has been dead long?”
    如今，人人都可以享乐一番了，只有她例外。她发现瑞德·巴特勒就站在大夫的下首时，还没来得及改变脸上的表情，他便看见了她。他的一个嘴角垂了下来，一道眉毛翘了上去。她翘着下巴扭过头不理他，这时忽然听见有人喊她的名字----用明显的查尔顿斯口音喊她的名字，声音凌驾于所有其他名字之上。
    “Oh, yes, a long time. Almost a year.”
    “查尔斯·汉密尔顿太太----１５０美元----金币。"人群一听到那个金额和那个名字顿时鸦雀无声了。思嘉更是惊骇得几乎不能动弹。她坐在那里，双手捧着下巴颏，眼睛瞪得大大的。人们一起转过身来瞧着她。她看见大夫从台上俯下身来在瑞德·巴特勒耳旁低语些什么，也许是说她还有服丧，不好出来跳舞吧，她看见瑞德懒洋洋地耸了耸肩膀。
    “An aeon, I’m sure.”
    “请你另挑一位美人，怎么样？"大夫问道。
    Scarlett was not sure what an aeon was, but there was no mistaking the baiting quality of his voice, so she said nothing.
    “不，"瑞德明白地回答。他毫不在意地朝人群扫了一眼，"汉密尔顿太太。”“那是不可能的，我告诉你，"大夫不耐烦地说。"汉密尔顿太太不会----"思嘉听到一个声音，但最初还没有认出来就是她自己说话的声音。
    “Had you been married long? Forgive my questions but I have been away from this section for so long.”
    “我愿意！行！”
    “Two months,” said Scarlett, unwillingly.
    她一跃而起，但心脏在猛烈地撞击着，她生怕站不稳，她那么激动，是因为自己又成了大家注目的中心，又成了全场最为人们所渴望的姑娘，而且，最妙的是，又可以跳舞了。
    “A tragedy, no less,” his easy voice continued.
    “哦，我不在乎他们说些什么！我不在乎！"她低声喃喃着，全身有一股美妙的狂热劲儿，她头一扬迅速走出了摊位，两只脚跟像响板一般敲打着，同时哗地一声把那把黑绸扇子全面甩开。霎时间，她看见了媚兰那张惊疑的脸孔，那陪护人脸上的表情，那些焦急的女孩子，以及士兵们热烈赞扬的神色。
    Oh, damn him, she thought violently. If he was any other man in the world I could simply freeze up and order’ him off. But he knows about Ashley and he knows I didn’t love Charlie. And my hands are tied. She said nothing, still looking down at her fan.
    接着她来到了舞场上，除此同时瑞德·巴特勒穿过人群向她走来，脸上挂着一丝嘲讽的微笑，但是她不在乎----哪怕他就是亚伯·林肯本人她也不在乎！她要重新跳起舞来了。
    “And this is your first social appearance?”
    她要领跳那场弗吉尼亚双人舞呢。她轻捷地给他一个低低的屈膝礼和一丝娇媚的微笑。他将手放在他穿着皱边衬衣的胸口上鞠了一躬。本来吓呆了的乐队指挥利维这时立即想起要掩盖这个场面，便大叫一声：“挑好你的舞伴，准备跳弗吉尼亚双人舞呀！"于是乐队哗地一声奏起了最美妙的舞曲《迪克西》。
    “I know it looks quite odd,” she explained rapidly. “But the McLure girls who were to take this booth were called away and there was no one else, so Melanie and I—”
    “你怎么敢叫我出这样的风头呀？巴特勒船长。”“可是，你是明明想出这个风头的嘛。汉密尔顿太太。”“你怎么会在众人面前把我的名字喊出来的呀？”“你本来也是可以拒绝的嘛。”“不过----我这是为了主义呢。既然你出了这许多金元，我就不能只顾自己了。大家都在瞧着我们呢。请别笑。”“他们反正是要看的。请不要拿出什么主义之类的废话来跟我胡聊了。你既然要跳舞，我才给了你这个机会，这是双人舞最末一种舞步的进行曲吧，是不是？”“对----真的，我该停下来休息了。”“为什么，是我踩了你的脚吗？” “没有----不过他们会议论我的。”“你当真顾忌这些----你心里是这样想的吗？”“唔-- --”“你又不是在犯什么罪，是吗？干吗不跟我跳华尔兹？”“可是如果我妈会----”“原来还拴在妈妈的裙带上呢。”“真讨厌死了，唔，你总是把品德说得那么一钱不值。”“可品德本来就是一钱不值嘛，你怕人家议论吗？”“不----但是----好，我们别谈这个了，谢天谢地，华尔兹开始了。双人舞总是叫我跳得喘不过起来。”“不要回避我的问题，究竟你觉得旁人的议论要不要紧呢？”“唔，如果你一定要我回答，我就说----不要紧！不过，一个女孩子通常是关心这种事的，只是今晚嘛，我不管了。”“好样的！你这才是自己在思想，而不是让旁人替你思想呢。这就开始聪明起来了。”
    “No sacrifice is too great for the Cause.”
    “唔，可是----”
    Why, that was what Mrs. Elsing had said, but when she said it it didn’t sound the same way. Hot words started to her lips but she choked them back. After all, she was here, not for the Cause, but because she was tired of sitting home.
    “一旦你像这样惹起了那么许多人议论，你就会明白这原来是没有什么关系的。想想看，在查尔斯顿就没有哪家人家愿意接待我。即使我对我们正义神圣的主义作出了贡献，也改变不了他们的禁忌。”“多可怕呀！”“唔，一点也不可怕，只要你还没有丢掉自己的名誉，你就永远也不会明白名誉这个东西是个多大的负担，也不会明白自由究竟意味着什么。”“你这话说得太难听了！”“难听可又真实，只要你经常有足够的勇气----或得金钱 ----你就用不着什么名誉了。”“金钱并不能买到一切埃”“也许有人对你说过这话了，你自己决不会想出这种陈腔滥调来的。它买不到什么呀？”“唔，这我不明白----总之，幸福或爱情是买不到的。”“一般说来，它也能买到，万一不行时，它也可以买一种最出色的代用品。”“巴特勒船长，你真有那么多钱吗？”“汉密尔顿太太，这问题显得好没涵养埃我简直有点吃惊了。不过嘛，是这样。作为一个从小就两手空空被剥夺了继承权的年轻人，我干得很不错的，我有把握在封锁线捞到一百万。”“唔，不可能吧！”“唔，会的，要知道，从一种文明的毁灭中也像从它的建设中那样，能捞到大量的金钱。可这个道理大多数人好像并不明白。”“你这是什么意思呢？”“你的家庭，我的家庭，以及今晚在场的每个家庭，都的是把一起荒野改变为一起繁荣而致富的。这就是帝国建设时期。在帝国建设时期有许多钱好赚。但是，在帝国毁灭时期能赚的钱更多呢。”“你这谈的是什么帝国呀？”“就是我们生活的这个帝国----这个南方----这个南部联盟----这个棉花王国----它如今正在我们脚下崩溃。只不过大多数笨蛋看不到这一点，不能利用这崩溃所创造的大好形势罢了。我就是从这毁灭中发财致富的。”“那么你真的认为我们会被打垮了？”“是的。为什么要做鸵鸟呢？”“啊，我最不爱谈这样的事了。亲爱的。你能不能也说些有趣的话呢，巴特勒船长？”“要是我说你的眼睛像一只金鱼缸，它们满满地盛着最清澈的绿水，当金鱼就像现在这样游到水面上来时，你就美丽得要命了----这样说你会高兴吗？”“唔，我不高兴这样。……你听这音乐是不很美妙吗？唔，我可是以跳一辈子华尔兹！可从前我并不觉得那么需要它呢。”“你是我搂抱过的最漂亮的舞伴了。”“你别把我搂得这么紧呀，巴特勒船长，大家都在看呢。”“要是没有人看着我们，你会高兴我这样搂着吧？”“巴特勒船长，你有点得意忘形了。”“一点儿也没有。我怎么会呢，有你搂在我怀里？。……这是什么曲子，是新的吗？”“是的，这是我们从北方佬手里缴获的，不是好极了吗？”“叫什么名字？”“《到这场残酷战争结束时》。”“歌词是怎样的？唱给我听听。"亲爱的人儿啊，你可还记得我们上次相会的时刻？
    “I have always thought,” he said reflectively, “that the system of mourning, of immuring women in crêpe for the rest of their lives and forbidding them normal enjoyment is just as barbarous as the Hindu suttee.”
    那时你跪在我脚边，
    “Settee?”
    对我说你是多么爱我。
    He laughed and she blushed for her ignorance. She hated people who used words unknown to her.
    啊，你穿着灰色的戎装
    “In India, when a man dies he is burned, instead of buried, and his wife always climbs on the funeral pyre and is burned with him.”
    那么骄傲地在我面前站着，
    “How dreadful! Why do they do it? Don’t the police do anything about it?”
    你发誓无论命运怎样安排，
    “Of course not. A wife who didn’t burn herself would be a social outcast. All the worthy Hindu matrons would talk about her for not behaving as a well-bred lady should—precisely as those worthy matrons in the corner would talk about you, should you appear tonight in a red dress and lead a reel. Personally, I think suttee much more merciful than our charming Southern custom of burying widows alive!”
    你永不背叛我和你的祖国。
    “How dare you say I’m buried alive!”
    我悲伤、孤独，我流泪叹息，
    “How closely women clutch the very chains that bind them! You think the Hindu custom barbarous—but would you have had the courage to appear here tonight if the Confederacy hadn’t needed you?”
    可音信杳然，毫无结果！
    Arguments of this character were always confusing to Scarlett. His were doubly confusing because she had a vague idea there was truth in them. But now was the time to squelch him.
    但愿这场残酷的战争结束，
    “Of course, I wouldn’t have come. It would have been—well, disrespectful to—it would have seemed as if I hadn’t lov—”
    我们能重新愉快地相会！
    His eyes waited on her words, cynical amusement in them, and she could not go on. He knew she hadn’t loved Charlie and he wouldn’t let her pretend to the nice polite sentiments that she should express. What a terrible, terrible thing it was to have to do with a man who wasn’t a gentleman. A gentleman always appeared to believe a lady even when he knew she was lying. That was Southern chivalry. A gentleman always obeyed the rules and said the correct things and made life easier for a lady. But this man seemed not to care for rules and evidently enjoyed talking of things no one ever talked about.
    “当然，原来是'蓝色的戎装'，我们把它改成了'灰色'……唔，巴特勒船长，你的华尔兹跳得真棒。大多数高个子男人都不行，你知道的。真不敢去想我今后要过多少年才能再跳舞呢。”“几分钟就行了嘛。下一场双人舞我还要投你的标，还有再下一场，再下一常” “唔，我不行了，别这样，你可千万不要投了！我的名声眼看就毁了。”“本来就够坏的了，再跳一场又何妨呢？等我跳过五六场之后，兴许让给别的小伙子跳那么一场两场，不过最后一场还是归我。”“唔，好的，我知道自己是疯了，但不管它了。不管人家怎么说，我一点都不在乎了。我在家里已坐烦了，我就是要跳，要跳----”“也不再穿黑衣服了？我讨厌丧服。”“可是巴特勒船长，我总不能脱掉这丧服呀，你别把我搂得这么紧呀。你再这样，我可要生气了。”“你生气的模样才好看呢。我偏要搂得再紧一点----你瞧—-我就想试试你会不会真的生气。你自己没有意识到，那天在'十二橡树'村你气得摔家伙时，那模样有多迷人呀！”“啊，请你----你能不能忘掉那件事？”“不，那是我平生最珍贵的记忆之一----一位娇生惯养的带有爱尔兰人坦率个性的南方美人----你知道，你很有爱尔兰人品质。”“唔，音乐结束了，亲爱的，皮蒂帕特姑妈也从后面屋里出来了。我知道梅里韦瑟太太一定会告诉她。啊，千万千万，我们快到那边去，也好朝窗外看看。我不想让她现在看见我，她那眼睛睁得像碟子一样大哩。”
    “I am waiting breathlessly.”
    
    “I think you are horrid,” she said, helplessly, dropping her eyes.
    
    He leaned down across the counter until his mouth was near her ear and hissed, in a very creditable imitation of the stage villains who appeared infrequently at the Athenaeum Hall: “Fear not, fair lady! Your guilty secret is safe with me!”
    
    “Oh,” she whispered, feverishly, “how can you say such things!”
    
    “I only thought to ease your mind. What would you have me say? ‘Be mine, beautiful female, or I will reveal all?’ ”
    
    She met his eyes unwillingly and saw they were as teasing as a small boy’s. Suddenly she laughed. It was such a silly situation, after all. He laughed too, and so loudly that several of the chaperons in the corner looked their way. Observing how good a time Charles Hamilton’s widow appeared to be having with a perfect stranger, they put their heads together disapprovingly.
    
    
    
    There was a roll of drums and many voices cried “Sh!” as Dr. Meade mounted the platform and spread out his arms for quiet.
    
    “We must all give grateful thanks to the charming ladies whose indefatigable and patriotic efforts have made this bazaar not only a pecuniary success,” he began, “but have transformed this rough hall into a bower of loveliness, a fit garden for the charming rosebuds I see about me.”
    
    Everyone clapped approvingly.
    
    “The ladies have given their best, not only of their time but of the labor of their hands, and these beautiful objects in the booths are doubly beautiful, made as they are by the fair hands of our charming Southern women.”
    
    There were more shouts of approval, and Rhett Butler who had been lounging negligently against the counter at Scarlett’s side whispered: “Pompous goat, isn’t he?”
    
    Startled, at first horrified, at this lese majesty toward Atlanta’s most beloved citizen, she stared reprovingly at him. But the doctor did look like a goat with his gray chin whiskers wagging away at a great rate, and with difficulty she stifled a giggle.
    
    “But these things are not enough. The good ladies of the hospital committee, whose cool hands have soothed many a suffering brow and brought back from the jaws of death our brave men wounded in the bravest of all Causes, know our needs. I will not enumerate them. We must have more money to buy medical supplies from England, and we have with us tonight the intrepid captain who has so successfully run the blockade for a year and who will run it again to bring us the drugs we need. Captain Rhett Butler!”
    
    Though caught unawares, the blockader made a graceful bow—too graceful, thought Scarlett, trying to analyze it. It was almost as if he overdid his courtesy because his contempt for everybody present was so great. There was a loud burst of applause as he bowed and a craning of necks from the ladies in the corner. So that was who poor Charles Hamilton’s widow was carrying on with! And Charlie hardly dead a year!
    
    “We need more gold and I am asking you. for it” the doctor continued. “I am asking a sacrifice but a sacrifice so small compared with the sacrifices our gallant men in gray are making that it will seem laughably small. Ladies, I want your jewelry. I want your jewelry? No, the Confederacy wants your jewelry, the Confederacy calls for it and I know no one will hold back. How fair a gem gleams on a lovely wrist! How beautifully gold brooches glitter on the bosoms of our patriotic women! But how much more beautiful is sacrifice than all the gold and gems of the Ind. The gold will be melted and the stones sold and the money used to buy drugs and other medical supplies. Ladies, there will pass among you two of our gallant wounded, with baskets and—” But the rest of his speech was lost in the storm and tumult of clapping hands and cheering voices.
    
    Scarlett’s first thought was one of deep thankfulness that mourning forbade her wearing her precious earbobs arid the heavy gold chain that had been Grandma Robillard’s and the gold and black enameled bracelets and the garnet brooch. She saw the little Zouave, a split-oak basket over his unwounded arm, making the rounds of the crowd on her side of the hall and saw women, old and young, laughing, eager, tugging at bracelets, squealing in pretended pain as earrings came from pierced flesh, helping each other undo stiff necklace clasps, unpinning brooches from bosoms. There was a steady little dink-clink of metal on metal and cries of “Wait—wait! I’ve got it unfastened now. There!” Maybelle Merriwether was pulling off her lovely twin bracelets from above and below her elbows. Fanny Elsing, crying “Mamma, may I?” was tearing from her curls the seed-pearl ornament set in heavy gold which had been in the family for generations. As each offering went into the basket, there was applause and cheering.
    
    The grinning little man was coming to their booth now, his basket heavy on his arm, and as he passed Rhett Butler a handsome gold cigar case was thrown carelessly into the basket. When he came to Scarlett and rested his basket upon the counter, she shook her head throwing wide her hands to show that she had nothing to give. It was embarrassing to be the only person present who was giving nothing. And then she saw the bright gleam of her wide gold wedding ring.
    
    For a confused moment she tried to remember Charles’ face—how he had looked when he slipped it en her finger. But the memory was blurred, blurred by the sadden feeling of irritation that memory of him always brought to her. Charles—he was the reason why life was over for her, why she was an old woman.
    
    With a sudden wrench she seized the ring but it stuck. The Zouave was moving toward Melanie.
    
    “Wait!” cried Scarlett. “I have something for you!” The ring came off and, as she started to throw it into the basket, heaped up with chains, watches, rings, pins and bracelets, she caught Rhett Butler’s eye. His lips were twisted in a slight smile. Defiantly, she tossed the ring onto the top of the pile.
    
    “Oh, my darling!” whispered Melly, clutching her arm, her eyes blazing with love and pride. “You brave, brave girl! Wait—please, wait, Lieutenant Picard! I have something for you, too!”
    
    She was tugging at her own wedding ring, the ring Scarlett knew had never once left that finger since Ashley put it there. Scarlett knew, as no one did, how much it meant to her. It came off with difficulty and for a brief instant was clutched tightly in the small palm. Then it was laid gently on the pile of jewelry. The two girls stood looking after the Zouave who was moving toward the group of elderly ladies in the corner, Scarlett defiant, Melanie with a look more pitiful than tears. And neither expression was lost on the man who stood beside them.
    
    “If you hadn’t been brave enough to do it, I would never have been either,” said Melly, putting her arm about Scarlett’s waist and giving her a gentle squeeze. For a moment Scarlett wanted to shake her off and cry “Name of God!” at the top of her lungs, as Gerald did when he was irritated, but she caught Rhett Butler’s eye and managed a very sour smile. It was annoying the way Melly always misconstrued her motives—but perhaps that was far preferable to having her suspect the truth.
    
    “What a beautiful gesture,” said Rhett Butler, softly. “It is such sacrifices as yours that hearten our brave lads in gray.”
    
    Hot words bubbled to her lips and it was with difficulty that she checked them. There was mockery in everything he said. She disliked him heartily, lounging there against the booth. But there was something stimulating about him, something warm and vital and electric. All that was Irish in her rose to the challenge of his black eyes. She decided she was going to take this man down a notch or two. His knowledge of her secret gave him an advantage over her that was exasperating, so she would have to change that by putting him at a disadvantage somehow. She stifled her impulse to tell him exactly what she thought of him. Sugar always caught more flies than vinegar, as Mammy often said, and she was going to catch and subdue this fly, so he could never again have her at his mercy.
    
    “Thank you,” she said sweetly, deliberately misunderstanding his jibe. “A compliment like that coming from so famous a man as Captain Butler is appreciated.”
    
    He threw back his head and laughed freely—yelped, was what Scarlett thought fiercely, her face becoming pink again.
    
    “Why don’t you say what you really think?” he demanded, lowering his voice so that in the clatter and excitement of the collection, it came only to her ears. “Why don’t you say I’m a damned rascal and no gentleman and that I must take myself off or you’ll have one of these gallant boys in gray call me out?”
    
    It was on the tip of her tongue to answer tartly, but she managed by heroic control to say: “Why, Captain Butler! How you do run on! As if everybody didn’t know how famous you are and how brave and what a—what a—”
    
    “I am disappointed in you,” he said.
    
    “Disappointed?”
    
    “Yes. On the occasion of our first eventful meeting I thought to myself that I had at last met a girl who was not only beautiful but who had courage. And now I see that you are only beautiful.”
    
    “Do you mean to call me a coward?” She was ruffling like a hen.
    
    “Exactly. You lack the courage to say what you really think. When I first met you, I thought: There is a girl in a million. She isn’t like these other silly little fools who believe everything their mammas tell them and act on it, no matter how they feel. And conceal all their feelings and desires and little heartbreaks behind a lot of sweet words. I thought: Miss O’Hara is a girl of rare spirit. She knows what she wants and she doesn’t mind speaking her mind—or throwing vases.”
    
    “Oh,” she said, rage breaking through. “Then I’ll speak my mind right this minute. If you’d had any raising at all you’d never have come over here and talked to me. You’d have known I never wanted to lay eyes on you again! But you aren’t a gentleman! You are just a nasty ill-bred creature! And you think that because your rotten little boats can outrun the Yankees, you’ve the right to come here and jeer at men who are brave and women who are sacrificing everything for the Cause—”
    
    “Stop, stop—” he begged with a grin. “You started off very nicely and said what you thought, but don’t begin talking to me about the Cause. I’m tired of hearing about it and I’ll bet you are, too—”
    
    “Why, how did—” she began, caught off her balance, and then checked herself hastily, boiling with anger at herself for falling into his trap.
    
    “I stood there in the doorway before you saw me and I watched you,” he said. “And I watched the other girls. And they all looked as though their faces came out of one mold. Yours didn’t. You have an easy face to read. You didn’t have your mind on your business and I’ll wager you weren’t thinking about our Cause or the hospital. It was all over your face that you wanted to dance and have a good time and you couldn’t. So you were mad clean through. Tell the truth. Am I not right?”
    
    “I have nothing more to say to you, Captain Butler,” she said as formally as she could, trying to draw the rags of her dignity about her. “Just because you’re conceited at being the ‘great blockader’ doesn’t give you the right to insult women.”
    
    “The great blockader! That’s a joke. Pray give me only one moment more of your precious time before you cast me into darkness. I wouldn’t want so charming a little patriot to be left under a misapprehension about my contribution to the Confederate Cause.”
    
    “I don’t care to listen to your brags.”
    
    “Blockading is a business with me and I’m making money out of it. When I stop making money out of it, I’ll quit. What do you think of that?”
    
    “I think you’re a mercenary rascal—just like the Yankees.”
    
    “Exactly,” he grinned. “And the Yankees help me make my money. Why, last month I sailed my boat right into New York harbor and took on a cargo.”
    
    “What!” cried Scarlett, interested and excited in spite of herself. “Didn’t they shell you?”
    
    “My poor innocent! Of course not. There are plenty of sturdy Union patriots who are not averse to picking up money selling goods to the Confederacy. I run my boat into New York, buy from Yankee firms, sub rosa, of course, and away I go. And when that gets a bit dangerous, I go to Nassau where these same Union patriots have brought powder and shells and hoop skirts for me. It’s more convenient than going to England. Sometimes it’s a bit difficult running it into Charleston or Wilmington—but you’d be surprised how far a little gold goes.”
    
    “Oh, I knew Yankees were vile but I didn’t know—”
    
    “Why quibble about the Yankees earning an honest penny selling out the Union? It won’t matter in a hundred years. The result will, be the same. They know the Confederacy will be licked eventually, so why shouldn’t they cash in on it?”
    
    “Licked—us?”
    
    “Of course.”
    
    “Will you please leave me—or will it be necessary for me to call my carriage and go home to get rid of you?”
    
    “A red-hot little Rebel,” he said, with another sudden grin. He bowed and sauntered off, leaving her with her bosom heaving with impotent rage and indignation. There was disappointment burning in her that she could not quite analyze, the disappointment of a child seeing illusions crumble. How dared he take the glamour from the blockaders! And how dared he say the Confederacy would be licked! He should be shot for that—shot like a traitor. She looked about the hall at the familiar faces, so assured of success, so brave, so devoted, and somehow a cold little chill set in at her heart Licked? These people—why, of course not! The very idea was impossible, disloyal.
    
    “What were you two whispering about?” asked Melanie, turning to Scarlett as her customers drifted off. “I couldn’t help seeing that Mrs. Merriwether had her eye on you all the time and, dear, you know how she talks.”
    
    “Oh, the man’s impossible—an ill-bred boor,” said Scarlett. “And as for old lady Merriwether, let her talk. I’m sick of acting like a ninny, just for her benefit.”
    
    “Why, Scarlett!” cried Melanie, scandalized.
    
    “Sh-sh,” said Scarlett. “Dr. Meade is going to make another announcement.”
    
    The gathering quieted again as the doctor raised his voice, at first in thanks to the ladies who had so willingly given their jewelry.
    
    “And now, ladies and gentlemen, I am going to propose a surprise—an innovation that may shock some of you, but I ask you to remember that all this is done for the hospital and for the benefit of our boys lying there.”
    
    Everyone edged forward, in anticipation, trying to imagine what the sedate doctor could propose that would be shocking.
    
    “The dancing is about to begin and the first number will, of course, be a reel, followed by a waltz. The dances following, the polkas, the schottisches, the mazurkas, will be preceded by short reels. I know the gentle rivalry to lead the reels very well and so—” The doctor mopped his brow and cast a quizzical glance at the corner, where his wife sat among the chaperons. “Gentlemen, if you wish to lead a reel with the lady of your choice, you must bargain for her. I will be auctioneer and the proceeds will go to the hospital.”
    
    Fans stopped in mid-swish and a ripple of excited murmuring ran through the hall. The chaperons’ corner was in tumult and Mrs. Meade, anxious to support her husband in an action of which she heartily disapproved, was at a disadvantage. Mrs. Elsing, Mrs. Merriwether and Mrs. Whiting were red with indignation. But suddenly the Home Guard gave a cheer and it was taken up by the other uniformed guests. The young girls clapped their hands and jumped excitedly.
    
    “Don’t you think it’s—it’s just—just a little like a slave auction?” whispered Melanie, staring uncertainly at the embattled doctor who heretofore had been perfect in her eyes.
    
    Scarlett said nothing but her eyes glittered and her heart contracted with a little pain. If only she were not a widow. If only she were Scarlett O’Hara again, out there on the floor in an apple-green dress with dark-green velvet ribbons dangling from her bosom and tuberoses in her black hair—she’d lead that reel. Yes, indeed! There’d be a dozen men battling for her and paying over money to the doctor. Oh, to have to sit here, a wallflower against her will and see Fanny or Maybelle lead the first reel as the belle of Atlanta!
    
    Above the tumult sounded the voice of the little Zouave, his Creole accent very obvious: “Eef I may—twenty dollars for Mees Maybelle Merriwether.”
    
    Maybelle collapsed with blushes against Fanny’s shoulder and the two girls hid their faces in each other’s necks and giggled, as other voices began calling other names, other amounts of money. Dr. Meade had begun to smile again, ignoring completely the indignant whispers that came from the Ladies’ Hospital Committee in the corner.
    
    At first, Mrs. Merriwether had stated flatly and loudly that her Maybelle would never take part In such a proceeding; but as Maybelle’s name was called most often and the amount went up to seventy-five dollars, her protests began to dwindle. Scarlett leaned her elbows on the counter and almost glared at the excited laughing crowd surging about the platform, their hands full of Confederate paper money.
    
    Now, they would all dance—except her and the old ladies. Now everyone would have a good time, except her. She saw Rhett Butler standing just below the doctor and, before she could change the expression of her face, he saw her and one corner of his mouth went down and one eyebrow went up. She jerked her chin up and turned away from him and suddenly she heard her own name called—called in an unmistakable Charleston voice that rang out above the hubbub of other names.
    
    “Mrs. Charles Hamilton—one hundred and fifty dollars—in gold.”
    
    A sudden hush fell on the crowd both at the mention of the sum and at the name. Scarlett was so startled she could not even move. She remained sitting with her chin in her hands, her eyes wide with astonishment. Everybody turned to look at her. She saw the doctor lean down from the platform and whisper something to Rhett Butler. Probably telling him she was in mourning and it was impossible for her to appear on the floor. She saw Rhett’s shoulders shrug lazily.
    
    “Another one of our belles, perhaps?” questioned the doctor.
    
    “No,” said Rhett clearly, his eyes sweeping the crowd carelessly, “Mrs. Hamilton.”
    
    “I tell you it is impossible,” said the doctor testily. “Mrs. Hamilton will not—”
    
    Scarlett heard a voice which, at first, she did not recognize as her own.
    
    “Yes, I will!”
    
    She leaped to her feet, her heart hammering so wildly she feared she could not stand, hammering with the thrill of being the center of attention again, of being the most highly desired girl present and oh, best of all, at the prospect of dancing again.
    
    “Oh, I don’t care! I don’t care what they say!” she whispered, as a sweet madness swept over her. She tossed her head and sped out of the booth, tapping her heels like castanets, snapping open her black silk fan to its widest. For a fleeting instant she saw Melanie’s incredulous face, the look on the chaperons’ faces, the petulant girls, the enthusiastic approval of the soldiers.
    
    Then she was on the floor and Rhett Butler was advancing toward her through the aisle of the crowd, that nasty mocking smile on his face. But she didn’t care—didn’t care if he were Abe Lincoln himself! She was going to dance again. She was going to lead the reel. She swept him a low curtsy and a dazzling smile and he bowed, one hand on his frilled bosom. Levi, horrified, was quick to cover the situation and bawled: “Choose yo’ padners fo’ de Ferginny reel!”
    
    And the orchestra crashed into that best of all reel tunes, “Dixie.”
    
    
    
    “How dare you make me so conspicuous, Captain Butler?”
    
    “But, my dear Mrs. Hamilton, you so obviously wanted to be conspicuous!”
    
    “How could you call my name out in front of everybody?”
    
    “You could have refused.”
    
    “But—I owe it to the Cause—I—I couldn’t think of myself when you were offering so much in gold. Stop laughing, everyone is looking at us.”
    
    “They will look at us anyway. Don’t try to palm off that twaddle about the Cause to me. You wanted to dance and I gave you the opportunity. This march is the last figure of the reel, isn’t it?”
    
    “Yes—really, I must stop and sit down now.”
    
    “Why? Have I stepped on your feet?”
    
    “No—but they’ll talk about me.”
    
    “Do you really care—down in your heart?”
    
    “Well—”
    
    “You aren’t committing any crime, are you? Why not dance the waltz with me?”
    
    “But if Mother ever—”
    
    “Still tied to mamma’s apronstrings.”
    
    “Oh, you have the nastiest way of making virtues sound so stupid.”
    
    “But virtues are stupid. Do you care if people talk?”
    
    “No—but—well, let’s don’t talk about it. Thank goodness the waltz is beginning. Reels always leave me breathless.”
    
    “Don’t dodge my questions. Has what other women said ever mattered to you?”
    
    “Oh, if you’re going to pin me down—no! But a girl is supposed to mind. Tonight, though, I don’t care.”
    
    “Bravo! Now you are beginning to think for yourself instead of letting others think for you. That’s the beginning of wisdom.”
    
    “Oh, but—”
    
    “When you’ve been talked about as much as I have, you’ll realize how little it matters. Just think, there’s not a home in Charleston where I am received. Not even my contribution to our just and holy Cause lifts the ban.”
    
    “How dreadful!”
    
    “Oh, not at all. Until you’ve lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is.”
    
    “You do talk scandalous!”
    
    “Scandalously and truly. Always providing you have enough courage—or money—you can do without a reputation.”
    
    “Money can’t buy everything.”
    
    “Someone must have told you that. You’d never think of such a platitude all by yourself. What can’t it buy?”
    
    “Oh, well, I don’t know—not happiness or love, anyway.”
    
    “Generally it can. And when it can’t it can buy some of the most remarkable substitutes.”
    
    “And have you so much money, Captain Butler?”
    
    “What an ill-bred question, Mrs. Hamilton. I’m surprised. But, yes. For a young man cut off without a shilling in early youth, I’ve done very well. And I’m sure I’ll clean up a million on the blockade.”
    
    “Oh, no!”
    
    “Oh, yes! What most people don’t seem to realize is that there is just as much money to be made out of the wreckage of a civilization as from the upbuilding of one.”
    
    “And what does all that mean?”
    
    “Your family and my family and everyone here tonight made their money out of changing a wilderness into a civilization. That’s empire building. There’s good money in empire building. But, there’s more in empire wrecking.”
    
    “What empire are you talking about?”
    
    “This empire we’re living in—the South—the Confederacy—the Cotton Kingdom—it’s breaking up right under our feet. Only most fools won’t see it and take advantage of the situation created by the collapse. I’m making my fortune out of the wreckage.”
    
    “Then you really think we’re going to get licked?”
    
    “Yes. Why be an ostrich?”
    
    “Oh, dear, it bores me to talk about such like. Don’t you ever say pretty things, Captain Butler?”
    
    “Would it please you if I said your eyes were twin goldfish bowls filled to the brim with the clearest green water and that when the fish swim to the top, as they are doing now, you are devilishly charming?”
    
    “Oh, I don’t like that. ... Isn’t the music gorgeous? Oh, I could waltz forever! I didn’t know I had missed it so!”
    
    “You are the most beautiful dancer I’ve ever held in my arms.”
    
    “Captain Butler, you must not hold me so tightly. Everybody is looking.”
    
    “If no one were looking, would you care?”
    
    “Captain Butler, you forget yourself.”
    
    “Not for a minute. How could I, with you in my arms? ... What is that tune? Isn’t it new?”
    
    “Yes. Isn’t it divine? It’s something we captured from the Yankees.”
    
    “What’s the name of it?”
    
    “ ‘When This Cruel War Is Over.’ ”
    
    “What are the words? Sing them to me.”
    
    
    
    “Dearest one, do you remember
    
    When we last did meet?
    
    When you told me how you loved me.
    
    Kneeling at my feet?
    
    Oh, how proud you stood before me
    
    In your suit of gray,
    
    When you vowed from me and country
    
    Ne’er to go astray.
    
    Weeping sad and lonely.
    
    Sighs and tears how vain!
    
    When this cruel war is over
    
    Pray that we meet again!”
    
    
    
    “Of course, it was ‘suit of blue’ but we changed it to ‘gray.’ ... Oh, you waltz so well, Captain Butler. Most big men don’t, you know. And to think it will be years and years before I’ll dance again,”
    
    “It will only be a few minutes. I’m going to bid you in for the next reel—and the next and the next.”
    
    “Oh, no, I couldn’t! You mustn’t! My reputation will be mined.”
    
    “It’s in shreds already, so what does another dance matter? Maybe I’ll give the other boys a chance after I’ve had five or six, but I must have the last one.”
    
    “Oh, all right. I know I’m crazy but I don’t care. I don’t care a bit what anybody says. I’m so tired of sitting at home. I’m going to dance and dance—”
    
    “And not wear black? I loathe funeral crêpe.”
    
    “Oh, I couldn’t take off mourning—Captain Butler, you must not hold me so tightly. I’ll be mad at you if you do.”
    
    “And you look gorgeous when you are mad. I’ll squeeze you again—there—just to see if you will really get mad. You have no idea how charming you were that day at Twelve Oaks when you were mad and throwing things.”
    
    “Oh, please—won’t you forget that?”
    
    “No, it is one of my most priceless memories—a delicately nurtured Southern belle with her Irish up— You are very Irish, you know.”
    
    “Oh, dear, there’s the end of the music and there’s Aunt Pittypat coming out of the back room. I know Mrs. Merriwether must have told her. Oh, for goodness’ sakes, let’s walk over and look out the window. I don’t want her to catch me now. Her eyes are as big as saucers.”
    
    
    

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