It's warm? I'll go see what I can do about it. What is your name?

He refused to see the--lady who called yesterday."

She sank into the proffered chair, glaring at the discomfited fat

captain, and gave her name. The nice young officer slipped on his

overcoat and left the room and the others took themselves off to

the far end of the table where they talked in low tones and pawed

at the papers. She stretched her feet gratefully toward the fire,

realizing for the first time how cold they were and wishing she had

thought to put a piece of cardboard over the hole in the sole of

one slipper. After a time, voices murmured outside the door and

she heard Rhett's laugh. The door opened, a cold draft swept the

room and Rhett appeared, hatless, a long cape thrown carelessly

across his shoulders. He was dirty and unshaven and without a

cravat but somehow jaunty despite his dishabille, and his dark eyes

were snapping joyfully at the sight of her.

"Scarlett!"

He had her hands in both of his and, as always, there was something

hot and vital and exciting about his grip. Before she quite knew

what he was about, he had bent and kissed her cheek, his mustache

tickling her. As he felt the startled movement of her body away

from him, he hugged her about the shoulders and said: "My darling

little sister!" and grinned down at her as if he relished her

helplessness in resisting his caress. She couldn't help laughing

back at him for the advantage he had taken. What a rogue he was!

Jail had not changed him one bit.

The fat captain was muttering through his cigar to the merry-eyed

officer.

"Most irregular. He should be in the firehouse. You know the

orders."

"Oh, for God's sake, Henry! The lady would freeze in that barn."

"Oh, all right, all right! It's your responsibility."

"I assure you, gentlemen," said Rhett, turning to them but still

keeping a grip on Scarlett's shoulders, "my--sister hasn't brought

me any saws or files to help me escape."

They all laughed and, as they did, Scarlett looked quickly about

her. Good Heavens, was she going to have to talk to Rhett before

six Yankee officers! Was he so dangerous a prisoner they wouldn't

let him out of their sight? Seeing her anxious glance, the nice

officer pushed open a door and spoke brief low words to two

privates who had leaped to their feet at his entrance. They picked

up their rifles and went out into the hall, closing the door behind

them.

"If you wish, you may sit here in the orderly room," said the young

captain. "And don't try to bolt through that door. The men are

just outside."

"You see what a desperate character I am, Scarlett," said Rhett.

"Thank you, Captain. This is most kind or you."

He bowed carelessly and taking Scarlett's arm pulled her to her

feet and propelled her into the dingy orderly room. She was never

to remember what the room looked like except that it was small and

dim and none too warm and there were handwritten papers tacked on

the mutilated walls and chairs which had cowhide seats with the

hair still on them.

When he had closed the door behind them, Rhett came to her swiftly

and bent over her. Knowing his desire, she turned her head quickly

but smiled provocatively at him out of the corners of her eyes.

"Can't I really kiss you now?"

"On the forehead, like a good brother," she answered demurely.

"Thank you, no. I prefer to wait and hope for better things." His

eyes sought her lips and lingered there a moment. "But how good of

you to come to see me, Scarlett! You are the first respectable

citizen who has called on me since my incarceration, and being in

jail makes one appreciate friends. When did you come to town?"

"Yesterday afternoon."

"And you came out this morning? Why, my dear, you are more than

good." He smiled down at her with the first expression of honest

pleasure she had ever seen on his face. Scarlett smiled inwardly

with excitement and ducked her head as if embarrassed.

"Of course, I came out right away. Aunt Pitty told me about you

last night and I--I just couldn't sleep all night for thinking how

awful it was. Rhett, I'm so distressed!"

"Why, Scarlett!"

His voice was soft but there was a vibrant note in it, and looking

up into his dark face she saw in it none of the skepticism, the

jeering humor she knew so well. Before his direct gaze her eyes

fell again in real confusion. Things were going even better than

she hoped.

"It's worth being in jail to see you again and to hear you say

things like that. I really couldn't believe my ears when they

brought me your name. You see, I never expected you to forgive me

for my patriotic conduct that night on the road near Rough and

Ready. But I take it that this call means you have forgiven me?"

She could feel swift anger stir, even at this late date, as she

thought of that night but she subdued it and tossed her head until

the earrings danced.

"No, I haven't forgiven you," she said and pouted.

"Another hope crushed. And after I offered up myself for my

country and fought barefooted in the snow at Franklin and got the

finest case of dysentery you ever heard of for my pains!"

"I don't want to hear about your--pains," she said, still pouting

but smiling at him from up-tilted eyes. "I still think you were

hateful that night and I never expect to forgive you. Leaving me

alone like that when anything might have happened to me!"

"But nothing did happen to you. So, you see, my confidence in you

was justified. I knew you'd get home safely and God help any

Yankee who got in your way!"

"Rhett, why on earth did you do such a silly thing--enlisting at

the last minute when you knew we were going to get licked? And

after all you'd said about idiots who went out and got shot!"

"Scarlett, spare me! I am always overcome with shame when I think

about it."

"Well, I'm glad to learn you are ashamed of the way you treated

me."

"You misunderstand. I regret to say that my conscience has not

troubled me at all about deserting you. But as for enlisting--when