"Now it'll be all over town," said Rhett savagely. "I hope you're satisfied, Tom. There won't be a wife in Atlanta who'll speak to her husband tomorrow."
"Rhett, I had no idea—"Though the chill wind was blowing through the open door on his back, the captain was perspiring. "Look here! You take an oath they were at—er—at Belle's?"
"Hell, yes," growled Rhett "Go ask Belle herself if you don't believe me. Now, let me carry Mrs. Wilkes to her room. Give her to me, Archie. Yes, I can carry her. Miss Pitty, go ahead with a lamp."
He took Melanie's limp body from Archie's arms with ease.
"You get Mr. Wilkes to bed, Archie. I don't want to ever lay eyes or hands on him again after this night."
Pitty's hand trembled so that the lamp was a menace to the safety of the house but she held it and t
