“ So everything is going nicely and you don’t need the money very badly. Well, I’m glad to hear that. I like to know that all is well with old friends.”
“ Oh, Rhett, for God’s sake . . .” she began desperately, her courage and control breaking.
“ Do lower your voice. You don’t want the Yankees to hear you, I hope. Did anyone ever tell you you had eyes like a cat — a cat in the dark?”
“ Rhett, don’t! I’ll tell you everything. I do need the money so badly. I— I lied about everything being all right. Everything’s as wrong as it could be. Father is — is — he’s not himself. He’s been queer ever since Mother died and he can’t help me any. He’s just like a child. And we haven’t a single field hand to work the cotton and there’s so many to feed, thirteen of us. And the taxes — they are so h
