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(Ashley leaves. Scarlett throws a vase to the wall in anger. The crashing of the vase startles Rhett Butler. He rise up from the couch in a dark corner of the room.)
Rhett: Has the war started?
Scarlett: Sir, you…you should have made your presence known.
Rhett: In the middle of that beautiful love scene? That wouldn’t have been very tactful, would it? But don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.
Scarlett: Sir, you are no gentleman.
Rhett: And you Miss are no lady. Don’t think that I hold that against you. Ladies have never held any charm for me.
Scarlett: First you take a low, common advantage of me, then you insult me!
Rhett: I meant it as a compliment. And I hope to see more of you when you’re free of the spell of the elegant Mr. Wilkes. He doesn’t strike me as half good enough for a girl of your…what was it…your passion for living?
Scarlett: How dare you! You aren’t fit to wipe his boot!
Rhett: And you were going to hate him for the rest of your life. Ha…