Thursday, May 6, 2010 - If it was going to be anything like the tedious...
If it was going to be anything like the tedious reminiscences of the
old ladies they'd called on that morning, she'd be bored to deathBut
her grandfather's malevolent eyes when he received his family for ten
minutes before supper made her change her mind
Anything would be better than being alone in the house with
Grandfather
RobillardThe Telfair sisters, Mary and Margaret, were the recognized
cultural guardians of Savannah, and their musicale was nothing like
the
ones Scarlett had known beforeUsually they were just ladies singing,
showing off their "accomplishments," accompanied by other ladies on
the
pianoforteIt was obligatory that ladies sing a little, play the
piano a little, draw or paint watercolors a little and do fancy
needlework a littleAt the Telfairs' house on Saint James' Square,
the standards were much more demandingThe handsome double
drawing
rooms had rows of miu miu black handbag gilt chairs across their centers, and at the curved
end of one of the rooms a piano and a harp and six chairs with music
stands in front of them promised some real performancesScarlett
made
mental notes of all the arrangementsThe double drawing rooms at
the
Butler house could easily be fixed the same way, and it would be a
different kind of party from what everyone else didShe'd have a
reputation as an elegant hostess in no time at allShe wouldn't be
old and frumpy looking like the Telfair sisters, eitherOr as dowdy
as the younger women who were hereWhy was it that everywhere in
the
South people thought they had to look poor and patched to prove they
were respectable? The string quartet bored her, and she thought the
harpist would never finishShe did enjoy the singers, even though
she
had never heard of opera; at least there was a man singing with the
woman instead of two omega deville watch girls togetherAnd after the songs in foreign
languages, they did a group of songs she knewThe man's voice was
wonderfully romantic in "Beautiful Dreamer" and it throbbed with
emotion when he sang "Come Back to Erin, Mavourneen,
Mavourneen She
had to admit he sounded a lot better than Gerald O'Hara in hiscupsI
wonder what Pa would make of all this? Scarlett almost giggled
aloud
He'd probably sing along and add something from a flask to the punch,
tooThen he'd ask for "Peg in a Low Back'd Car Just as she had
asked Rhett to sing it The room and the people in it and the music
disappeared for her, and she heard Rhett's voice booming inside the
overturned sloop, felt his arms holding her to his warmthHe can't do
without meHe'll come to me this timeScarlett
didn't realize that she was smiling during a touching rendition of
"Silver Threads Among the Gold The next day she sent a telegram balenciaga bag amethyst to
her Uncle Henry, giving her address in SavannahShe hesitated, then
added a questionHad Rhett transferred any money to her? What if
Rhett tried to play some kind of game again and stopped sending the
money to keep up the house on Peachtree Street? No, surely he
wouldn't
do thatHis letter said he was sending the half
millionHe was only bluffing when he wrote all
those hurtful thingsLike opium, he'd saidHe couldn't do without
her
He'd come after herIt would be harder for him to swallow his pride
than it would for any other man, but he'd comeHe
couldn't do without herEspecially not after what happened on the
beach Scarlett felt a warm weakness travelling through her body,
and she forced herself to remember where she wasShe paid for the
telegram and listened attentively when the telegraph operator gave
her
directions to the Convent of the Sisters of MercyThen she set off at
such black gucci bags a rapid pace that Pansy almost had to run to keep upWhile she
was waiting for Rhett to come, she should have just enough time to
track down Carreen's Mother Superior and get her to talk to the
Bishop,
as Rhett had suggested
Savannah's Convent of the Sisters of Mercy was a big white building
with a cross over its tall closed doors, surrounded by a tall iron
fence with closed gates surmounted by iron crossesScarlett's rapid
pace slowed, then she stoppedIt was very different from the
handsome
brick house in Charleston"Is you going in there, Miss Scarlett?"
Pansy's voice had a quaver in it"I better wait outside
"Don't be such a goose!" Pansy's fearfulness gave Scarlett courage
"It's not a church, just a home for nice ladies like Miss Carreen
The gate opened at her touch
Yes, said the elderly nun who opened the door when Scarlett rang the
bell, yes, Charleston's Mother Superior was louis vuitton brown canvas handbag the
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