The door opened slightly and Dr. Meade stood on the threshold, beckoning imperiously. Scarlett bent over the bed, choking back her tears and taking Melanie’s hand, laid it against her cheek. “Good night,” she said, and her voice was steadier than she thought it possibly could be. “Promise me—” came the whisper, very softly now. “Anything, darling.” “Captain Butler—be kind to him. He—loves you so.”
