And better taste than to wear that veil to advertise a grief I'm sure you never felt.

I should think you'd have more pride than to try to look like Mrs. Merriwether, he taunted.

This ungallant statement sent her flying to the mirror to see if she really did look twenty-eight instead of eighteen.

Rhett said frankly that the crepe veil made her look like a crow and the black dresses added ten years to her age.

And besides, how would she ever explain to her mother?

But she clung to her dull black dresses and her veil, knowing that if she changed them for colors without waiting several more years, the town would buzz even more than it was alre ...

He liked bright colors and Scarlett's funeral dresses and the crepe veil that hung from her bonnet to her heels both amused him and offended him.

Frequently Rhett pointed out to Scarlett the inconsistency of her wearing black mourning clothes when she was participating in all social activities.

I imagine the French aristocrats thought practically the same thing until the very moment when they climbed into the tumbrils.

Do you think Pa is a pauper? He's got all the money I'll ever need and then I have Charles' property besides.

But I don't need your advice.

I do appreciate good advice so much, said Scarlett, with all the sarcasm she could muster.

Perhaps they may be of use to you some day.

Remember my words.

Slow money on the upbuilding, fast money in the crack-up.

I told you once before that there were two times for making big money, one in the upbuilding of a country and the other in its destruction.

I'm going to be a rich man when this war is over, Scarlett, because I was farsighted��pardon me, mercenary.

Cotton is at seventy-two cents a pound already.

I'll believe I'll get it.

You'll get a dollar a pound when elephants roost in trees!

I wouldn't be surprised if I got a dollar a pound.

I'm holding them until the English mills have to have cotton and will give me any price I ask.

I've never sold them.

They are still there in warehouses in Liverpool.

Any loyal Confederate who had a thousand dollars in cash in 1861 could have done what I did, but how few were mercenary enough to take advantage of their opportunities! As for inst ...

At least, people who were not as farsighted as I will call it that.

Though perhaps that is merely a synonym for mercenary.

Mercenary? No, I'm only farsighted.

She had lived too long among people who dissembled politely not to feel disturbed at hearing her own thoughts put into words.

But still, she was jarred at hearing him attack the very traditions that irked her most.

And the infuriating way people lifted their eyebrows every time she did or said anything the least bit different from what every other young woman did and said.

And how shocked everybody had been when she danced at the bazaar.

Having to pretend that her heart was in the grave when it wasn't.

There were such a lot of foolish things about life among nice people.

But part of it made sense.

Most of what he was saying went over her head, as did any conversation that was not personal.

I think you are vile and mercenary, said Scarlett, but her remark was automatic.

I haven't starved, and I am making enough money out of the South's death throes to compensate me for my lost birthright.