It was one of the few times she had ever seen him with his mask off, his face hard with honest hatred for his father and distress for his mother.
"Aunt 'Lalie! But, good Heavens, Rhett, she hasn't got anything much above what I send her!"
"Ah, so that's where it comes from! How ill bred of you, my dear, to brag of such a thing in the face of my humiliation. You must let me reimburse you!"
"With pleasure," said Scarlett, her mouth suddenly twisting into a grin, and he smiled back.
"Ah, Scarlett, how the thought of a dollar does make your eyes sparkle! Are you sure you haven't some Scotch or perhaps Jewish blood as well as Irish?"
"Don't be hateful! I didn't mean to throw it in your face about Aunt 'Lalie. But honestly, she thinks I'm made of money. She's always writing me for more and,
