Ashley strolled over to where Scarlett and Charles sat, a thoughtful and amused smile on his face.
"Arrogant devil, isn't he?" he observed, looking after Butler. "He looks like one of the Borgias."
Scarlett thought quickly but could remember no family in the County or Atlanta or Savannah by that name.
"I don't know them. Is he kin to them? Who are they?"
An odd look came over Charles' face, incredulity and shame struggling with love. Love triumphed as he realized that it was enough for a girl to be sweet and gentle and beautiful, without having an education to hamper her charms, and he made swift answer: "The Borgias were Italians."
"Oh," said Scarlett, losing interest, "foreigners."
She turned her prettiest smile on Ashley, but for some reason he was not looking at her.
He was looking at Charles……
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