Scarlett had borne with Pitty's swooning at the news and had steeled herself to see Ashley look suddenly old and avoid her eyes as he wished her happiness.
She had been amused and irritated at the letters from Aunt Pauline and Aunt Eulalie in Charleston, horror struck at the news, forbidding the marriage, telling her it would not only ruin her social position but endanger theirs.
She had even laughed when Melanie with a worried pucker in her brows said loyally:
"Of course, Captain Butler is much nicer than most people realize and he was so kind and clever, the way he saved Ashley.
And after all, he did fight for the Confederacy.
But, Scarlett, don't you think you'd better not decide so hastily?"
No, she didn't mind what anybody said, except Mammy.
Mammy's words were the ones that made her most angry and brought the greatest hurt.
"Ah has seed you do a heap of things dat would hu't Miss Ellen, did she know.
An' it has done sorrered me a plen'y.
But disyere is de wust yit.
Mahyin' trash!
Yas'm, Ah said trash!
Doan go tellin' me he come frum fine folkses.
Dat doan mek no diffunce.
Trash come outer de high places, same as de low, and he trash!
Yas'm, Miss Scarlett, Ah's seed you tek Mist' Charles 'way frum Miss Honey w'en you din' keer nuthin' 'bout him.
An' Ah's seed you rob yo own sister of Mist' Frank.
An' Ah's heshed mah mouf 'bout a heap of things you is done, lak sellin' po' lumber fer good, an' lyin' 'bout de other lumber gempmums, an' ridin' roun' by yo'seff, exposin' yo'seff ter free issue niggers an' gettin' Mist' Frank shot, an' not feedin' dem po' convicts nuff ter keep dey souls in dey bodies.
Ah's done heshed mah mouf, even ef Miss Ellen in de Promise Lan' wuz sayin'
'Mammy, Mammy!
You ain' look affer mah chile right!'
Yas'm. Ah's stood fer all dat but Ah ain' gwine stand fer dis, Miss Scarlett.
You kain mahy wid trash.
Not w'ile Ah got breaf in mah body."
"I shall marry whom I please," said Scarlett coldly.
"I think you are forgetting your place, Mammy."
"An' high time, too!
Ef Ah doan say dese wuds ter you, who gwine ter do it?"
"I've been thinking the matter over, Mammy, and I've decided that the best thing for you to do is to go back to Tara.
I'll give you some money and--"
Mammy drew herself up with all her dignity.
"Ah is free, Miss Scarlett.
You kain sen' me nowhar Ah doan wanter go.
An' w'en Ah goes back ter Tara, it's gwine be w'en you goes wid me.
Ah ain' gwine leave Miss Ellen's chile, an' dar ain' no way in de worl' ter mek me go.
An' Ah ain' gwine leave Miss Ellen's gran'chillun fer no trashy step-pa ter bring up, needer.
Hyah Ah is and hyah Ah stays!"
"I will not have you staying in my house and being rude to Captain Butler.
I am going to marry him and there's no more to be said."
"Dar is plen'y mo' ter be said," retorted Mammy slowly and into her blurred old eyes there came the light of battle.
"But Ah ain' never thought ter say it ter none of Miss Ellen's blood.
But, Miss Scarlett, lissen ter me.
You ain' nuthin' but a mule in hawse harness.
You kin polish a mule's feet an' shine his hide an' put brass all over his harness an' hitch him ter a fine cah'ige. But he a mule jes' de same.
He doan fool nobody.
An' you is jes' de same.
You got silk dresses an' de mills an' de sto' an' de money, an' you give yo'seff airs lak a fine hawse, but you a mule jes' de same.
An' you ain' foolin' nobody, needer.
An' dat Butler man, he come of good stock and he all slicked up lak a race hawse, but he a mule in hawse harness, jes' lak you."