Chap.57. Philadelphia Centennial of 1876, 1. Wanderings from America to Russia, novel The Boutique Robillard

Rhett Butler is mad of rage! (Clark Gable)

Tuesday 20th July 1876, 3pm, on board the liner Ville de Bordeaux, on the Atlantic Ocean

He was suffocating! Fresh air! He needed a breath of fresh air! Two by two, he climbed the steps up to the First Class pontoon.

But the fury of the swell was not able to appease him.

He was ranting! His rage had not abated since 9 o'clock the previous day - when the perfidious Vayton had challenged him with his eyes, full of the smugness of someone who has won the game. How could he have been so gullible as to let himself be fooled like that? He who, all his life, had used the most devious means to achieve his ends? Good heavens! The other cunning man had beaten him to the punch. While he had let his guard down to concentrate on his next trip, Vayton had been hatching his plan.

How long had this been going on? It was obvious that Eleonor had slipped her son's departure for France to her neighbor, into a casual conversation with her neighbour when crossing in the courtyard. Vayton had heard about it and decided to use the information for his benefit. Therefor he started to plan this 'family' trip with Scarlett and the children.

How had he managed to trap her?

His fingers closed like talons on the rail of the first-class deck.

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Deck of french boat Napoléon III, around 1876, French Line, Compagnie Générale Transatlantique.

No! He did not have to use any coercion to convince you. You must have been too happy to accompany the young billionaire. Poor Wade and Ella, along with the Vayton women, are just an alibi for morality, both for you and for him.  For God's sake, Scarlett! I do not understand you anymore! I used to be able to read your heart - and your mule-head - like a book, but you have successfully slipped from me. I have boasted about your talent for seduction, cunning and manipulation. But once again, Scarlett, you have won. Only you can transform yourself from the wild ardent lover into ice in the space of an hour. An iceberg that not even a blockade-breaker like me can chip away at....

For half an hour, he gnawed at himself as he was imagining the two of them embracing in the immense Fairmount Park. No doubt it would be easy for him to find a corner where he could isolate himself with her, away from their official chaperones! At that very moment, he might be taking her in his arms; she might be parting her luscious lips; she might be accepting his kisses; their tongues might be entwined...

Enough! I have had enough! I have got to put them out of my mind. At least for a few hours! Otherwise they are going to drive me mad. Only a bottle of whisky will do...."

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Tuesday 20th July 1876, 3pm, Fairmount Park, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

The crew from Vayton and O'Hara were now making their way along Girard Avenue, the last stretch of road from the center of Philadelphia towards the site of the gigantic Centennial Exhibition.

"The valley through which we pass is the most popular Sunday strolling destination for Philadelphians. It is for this reason that Fairmount Park was selected to host the Centennial Exhibition, because before becoming for a few months the center of world innovation and human genius, it has been first and foremost a nature reserve bordered by the river we will be crossing in a few moments - waterfalls and impressive rocks, and even a haven for exotic animals in the zoo opened two years ago."

Duncan's warm voice lulled Scarlett to sleep like a life-saving respite after they had disembarked from the train, checked into the Continental Hotel and set off for Fairmount Park.

The businessman, accustomed to controlling every minute of his busy schedule, had planned everything so that their three days in the birthplace of the American Declaration of Independence would be fully - and pleasantly - filled.

When they arrived at the train station, two vehicles, each drawn by two horses, were waiting for them. Duncan could have used the service of the Hackney Coaches, the hired carriages that were in great demand in New York and which abounded in Philadelphia during the Exhibition. (*1) But their rudimentary comfort and the supposed rudeness of some of their coachmen were not suited to transporting the precious people Duncan cherished: his mother, his sister and... Scarlett.

That was why he had contacted the manager of the Continental Hotel - who was delighted to receive such an illustrious billionaire - directly to arrange for two Surrey carriages of the latest model, driven by two trusted coachmen. Two, because there were eight of them going to the exhibition.

Susan, Cathleen's maid, had stayed behind at the hotel to have some of their clothes ironed by the office laundry, and the rest of the Vaytons' and O'Haras' belongings carefully unwrinkled and hung in their bedroom wardrobes.

The other two employees were accompanying them. Prissy was in charge of Ella. As for Barnabee the butler, he would be the protector of the ladies in the midst of this motley crowd.  

Sitting comfortably on the two upholstered benches, Scarlett, Duncan, Cathleen and Melina were enjoying the green landscape, aware that they would soon be plunged into the hustle and bustle of the thousands of daily tourists. Wade, Ella and Prissy were seated in the other Surrey. In the third seat, intended for the coachman - or sometimes the householder, as this was a family mode of transport - Barnabee was keeping an eye on the road to ensure that nothing happened to disturb the two children in his temporary care.

A surrey horse-drawn car.

The convoy of the two surrey looked great, with three ivory leather bench seats placed one in front of the other, surrounded by midnight blue bodywork, carried on four axles lacquered in the same shade, and elegantly cut out where the doors should have been. This open carriage was a popular way to enjoy the fresh air and the environment. This model was famous for its raised and rigid canopy-top which protected against the elements and preserved the ladies' fair skin from the sun's harmful rays. Cream-coloured fringes adorned the suspended roof - the inside of which that day was lined with midnight-blue velvet - and completed the Surrey's dapper appearance. (*2)

On the wide avenue, the show had already started. Like the city of Philadelphia since 10 May, Girard Avenue was decked out with flags in the colours of the American Centennial.

"Wade, do you see all the castles in the distance?" Ella was not wrong, as the silhouettes of the giant exhibition halls bore a strong resemblance to medieval castles with their turrets and crenellated cornices.

As the Surreys was driving over the Girard-Avenue iron bridge across the Schuylkill River, the hustle and bustle became more apparent as more vehicles made their way towards Fairmount Park, passing those leaving it.

Scarlett, used to the hectic traffic of Atlanta, felt dizzy. She turned to Duncan next to her - perhaps a little too close, but Cathleen and Melina, sitting in the seat in front of them, did not realize it - and said: "I read in the guidebook that there is a special hall for vehicles. Have they decided to parade across the bridge as an exception?"

To her teasing question, he replied with a happy chuckle: "Scarlett, your humour is matched only by your quick wit in analyzing situations." He concluded his compliment with a kiss on the back of her hand, prolonging the caress of the hairs of his moustache on the fine skin.

I have a feeling that the handsome Duncan will not miss a chance to assert himself as my secret fiancé... She suppressed a smile of contentment. How interesting these three days were going to be in secret from their chaperones!

Philadelphia Centennial - Approach through Fairmount Park to the exhibition grounds, by way of Girard-Avenue bridge (source: Early history of the exhibition project)

In truth, the bridge had taken on the appearance of a miniature representation of the most common means of locomotion in 1876: two-wheeled carriages, such as the popular buggies for solo visitors or couples ; the light, fast and sometimes dangerous Phaetons for sporty men ; four-wheeled carriages such as the elegant Barouches and landaus… All the latter were battling not to be overtaken by the Hackney Coaches which were speeding along in a hurry to drop off their customers and pick up others on arrival. (*3)

The congestion reached its peak when two public transport shuttles appeared, as they were running every half-hour from strategic stops in the city center to the exhibition grounds. The horse-drawn omnibus was carrying a dozen passengers seated on the two side benches. Its driver hailed the trolley, which was smoother and less tiring for the horses, as the cab glided on rails set into the pavement. 

Added to this incessant, agitated ballet was a din of horses neighing responding to the sharp, sonorous commands of the coachmen; the metallic clacking of horseshoes on the beaten earth competed with that of the rattling cartwheels; bronze or iron bells formed a joyous concert to warn of danger when two carts were passing each other a little too closely.

But this clamour was drowned out by the deafening arrival signal of the steam locomotive braking as it passed the aqueduct that had been built right next to the bridge. The Philadelphia and Reading Railroad had requisitioned special trains leaving Philadelphia station every half hour to unload their load of passengers at the Pennsylvania Railroad Depot in the middle of the exhibition grounds. It was also at this temporary station that the trains specially chartered for the exhibition, coming from Chicago, New York or the Southern States, arrived at their destination, to the great comfort of the passengers.

In a voice loud enough to make his mother and sister turn around, Duncan pointed to the river they were overlooking: "Perhaps we will have time before we leave to take one of those little boats you see, in order to show you other parts of the beautiful Fairmount Park.”

Melina and Cathleen agreed. Scarlett just pretended to be interested because, with the notorious exception of her beloved Tara, she did not enjoy contemplating nature, which was too quiet and boring for her taste. 

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"Oh, it looks like a princess's castle with those little towers on the roof!” Ella opened her eyes wide at the imposing building, made of red brick and huge stained glass windows.

Main Exhibition Building in 1876, Philadelphia Centennial,, Fairmount Park - Stereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)

"This place is so crowded!"

"Yes, but probably not as much as it was on opening day. A mass of 180,000 people gathered outside Memorial Hall to hear Ulysses Grant's inaugural address."

Scarlett pouted disdainfully at the mention of the President of the United States, who had contributed to the Yankees' victory: "In that case, I am glad I did not waste my time coming here that day." She exchanged a knowing look with Duncan. The war was long over, and they were both doing business with the northern states – Scarlett always had enjoyed their money. But the resentment for those who had destroyed the sweet way of life of their Old South was lurking, ready to resurface at the slightest opportunity.

Duncan addressed the three women: "We have three hours to spare, as the park closes at 6pm. To whet your appetite, let us start with the American exhibitors in the Main Exhibition Building.” He looked mischievous: "A very small selection, because if you were curious enough to walk through all the aisles in this hall, well, ladies, you would have to travel... let us say... more than eleven miles!

Poking fun at their horrified looks, he continued in the same mischievous tone: "Of course, if you insist, I am going to be your obedient guide to show you around, not only the five main halls, but also – as I read - the myriad of at least two hundred other buildings housing 30,864 exhibitors!"

Three gloved hands simultaneously went to the mouths of the three ladies to conceal their horror and silence their cries of protest at such a prospect.

Cathleen spoke up for the women's anxiety: "Duncan! You cannot be serious, can you? Come on, none of us can..."

Judging that he had teased them enough, he suppressed a teenage laugh and took both his mother's hands in his own: "Do not worry! This little leisurely stroll is not going to turn into a course worthy of the sporting exploits of the runners at the Olympian Games in Ancient Greece. I want it to be a delight and a pleasure for your eyes. That is why, in the detailed description of the 'Manufacturer and Builder', I have located the booths where items and countries are likely to be of personal interest to you, Dear Mother, Scarlett, and you too, Melina. This choice is subjective. We are all free to stop and look at other points of interest. (*5)

His interlocutors miraculously relaxed and rediscovered their initial excitement of wandering.

He addressed Scarlett directly: "I hope you do not mind that I took the liberty of choosing attractions for your two wonderful children that correspond to their age and tastes, so that the beauty of Centennial will be a source of happiness and an unforgettable memory for them too.”     

Scarlett thanked him with a pretty smile as she silently observed: "He is starting to play his role as a stepfather...

Imperial Scarlett O'Hara, (wearing fur in the novel The Boutique Robillard)

As soon as she passed through one of the many entrances to the Main Building, Scarlett's ears were assaulted by an aggressive clamor that rose and fell like the undertow, bringing with it the sharp clacking of objects being handled, the screeching of delivery trolley wheels, intermingled with a sonorous and international chatter. The range of local accents from the American states competed with British formalism. Bits of Spanish, French and other exotic languages - unknown to the Georgian - were compiled to form a joyous hullabaloo.

Ella grabbed her hand to get her attention: "Mother, don't you feel like you are in a church? A gigantic church decorated with stained glass like the one in Atlanta?"

Following the sight of her daughter, she praised her sense of observation. There was indeed something of a mystique about this temple of consumerism. More than seventy feet above the ground, monstrous arches framed by iron lintels let in natural light through their skylights. On all four sides of the building, strings of tall colored windows with narrow metal frames had the deceptive appearance of Christian stained glass windows.

Philadelphia Centennial of 1876, Inside Main Exhibition Building looking west from grandstand, Fairmount Park, Philadelphia. Stereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)

Faced with such gigantism, the human being was the size of an ant advancing in the middle of a vast anthill covering hundreds of feet. As far as the eye could see, shop cabinets and counters followed one another, neatly lined up between aisles taken over by hundreds of pedestrians. 

Scarlett turned back to Duncan: "You have not lied to us. This hall makes you dizzy.”

Stealthily checking that the Vayton ladies' attention was on the mass of shop fittings, he replied softly: "How could I lie to you? You know all about my heart. I gave you the key to it!"

A pleasant shiver ran through the young woman. What a charmer...

He decided it was time to react: "Crowds are important. Each of us will be tempted to stop and admire one booth or another. But let's make sure we do not get separated from each other. He looked at Scarlett's employee: "Prissy, make sure you stay close to us at all times and do not let go of Ella's hand. As for you, Wade, I know you are going to fulfil your role as big brother to perfection." Asking Cathleen and Melina for their attention, he advised them with the seriousness of the head of the family: "Even if you are curious enough to take stock of an entire shop window, do not stray far from us. Barnabee will not let you out of his sight for a moment.

The latter nodded. There was no need to specify his role. The Vaytons were his employers. They were also his family at heart. The Ladies of Charleston would fear nothing under his watchful eye.     

"Scarlett, would you give me your arm? That way we can more easily dwell on what might be suitable for the Robillard Boutique!"

The excuse was well-founded, legitimate and respectable, even for their chaperones... 

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To avoid the ladies having to walk too far through the 1800 feet-long maze, Duncan had asked the two Surreys to drop them off at the entrance closest to their first points of interest. Armed with an index card on which he had drawn a numbered plan of the booths selected for that afternoon's exploration, he directed them directly into the central alley where the American traders were massed.

Philadelphia Centennial of 1876, Inside Main Exhibition Building looking west from grandstand, Fairmount Park, Philadelphia. Stereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)

"Do not forget to write on the pages of your guide the items you are interested in, the stand number and the manufacturers, in order to ask for their catalogues. If any of you wish to purchase a particular item, we can do so immediately and arrange for it to be transported to our varnish." He was addressing both members of his family. Decency would not allow him to make such an offer to a stranger, even if she was the 'muse' of la Mode Duncan. How he looked forward to spoiling her at his leisure...

Meanwhile, he knew what would make the beautiful emerald eyes of his secret fiancée shine immediately. His impetus to get there was broken when, like the other female companions, Ella included, she stopped in front of an impressive showy-case ten-feet high.

Droguist and perfume bottles manufacturer, Fox & Son, Main Exhibition Building, Philadelphia Centennial, Fairmount Park.

It was a delightful sight to catch them gawking at what seemed to him, from his descriptive guide, to be a dull display of glassware from a perfume druggist called Fox, a bottle maker. 

"How many do you think there are, Scarlett? Thousands?"

With the eye of a shopkeeper expert at gauging the quantity of her stock, Scarlett laconically replied to Melina: "From the looks of it, probably 4,000. Although it's hard to judge with these inside oblong mirrors multiplying them over and over again!"

"Just imagine! - I know it's a fanciful vision: if by accident the display case with all those crystal bottles were to break, the evaporating elixirs would embalm the Main Building for days!"

Scarlett was careful not to tell the young girl that she tended to exaggerate. But, strangely enough, the scent of a heady perfume imprisoned in a jeweled-bottle was tickling her nostrils, so present was the memory of that night when she had delicately placed a few drops in the hollows of her breasts. Just like the one who had been intoxicated by smelling and licking them...

No! No and no! Am I losing my mind? I am in the company of the most attractive man in America, this perfect man who is madly in love with me, and now I am crowding my mind with chimeras that were nothing but vulgarity!

"The perfect man" took the liberty of shaking them gently: "I do not want to spoil your fun, ladies! But if you are going to stop in front of every attraction like that, I am going to have to rent the hotel for a month! Do not wear out your pretty eyes unnecessarily, because I have much better things to offer you." With that, he led them towards the next stand.

Tiffany exhibit, including the aigrette and Golconda yellow diamonds necklace, in the Main Exhibition Building, Philadelphia Centennial of 1876, Fairmount Park. Harper's Weekly December 6, 1876.

"Tiffany!" The trinkets were instantly forgotten. The brand was proudly announced by an elegant bronze sign. Around a mahogany display case inlaid with bronze fillets and judiciously lit by a crystal chandelier, ladies and young girls in hats were gathering, trying to make their way to the front row of the jewelry display. The prestigious New York jeweler had created them especially for the Centennial. It was the only chance for the vast majority of them to get up close with jewels that were out of their purse.

A resounding "Six hundred diamonds!" was uttered by one of the lucky ladies in the front row reading the informative labels. This triggered a rush of women to discover the treasures which were lined up on the three glass shelves. This behavior, so contrary to the etiquette that demanded a certain restraint from any woman of quality, prompted the employee in charge of the security of Tiffany's property to intervene, diplomatically but authoritatively, to make the impatient women back off. "Each in turn, ladies!”

Duncan was amused by his small group of women trying to suppress the urge to join the queue. Even the widow of tycoon Aymeric Vayton, always impeccably reserved like the ladies of her rank, was caught pursing her lips in impatience. Only Wade was not part of the frenzy, as he had stopped at a stand selling canes and gentlemen's hats, under Barnabee's efficient protection.

As soon as the group approached the booth, the salesman from the Tiffany boutique immediately recognized the powerful owner of the Vayton Empire. His young heir had occasionally passed through the jeweler’s doors, and had always come away with quality purchases... and very expensive ones.  He went to meet him and bowed ostentatiously to greet him and the three ladies.

With a broad, polite but firm gesture, he asked the small crowd to move aside so that Cathleen, Melina and Scarlett - accompanied by Ella, who was still holding her mother's hand - could admire the Tiffany articles more closely.

Scarlett raised her eyebrows: what kind of prestige does this man have to deserve such special treatment?

In any case, this entitlement was not challenged by a single murmur from the repressed women, so accustomed were they to the primacy guaranteed to the upper class of society.

The largest piece caught their eyes at first, an imposing vase in finely chased solid silver dedicated to a certain 'Bryant'. 

Silver Bryant Vase, Tiffany, 1876, Philadelphia Centennial, Main Exhibition Building.

But their interest shifted seconds later to the second shelf. They became hypnotized by a magical sight: the symphony of stars radiating from hundreds of gems.

Scarlett and Melina shared their excitement - silently, of course, but the sparkle in their eyes was explicit. A necklace of diamonds, named Golconda, stretched out in all its length, crushing in brilliance the other jewels of emeralds, sapphires and opals. Twenty-seven," Scarlett counted mechanically.

Bewildered, Melina wondered: "Didn't they make a mistake by adding a zero to the price? 80,000 dollars is... unimaginable!" It was indeed even for the billionaire’s sister.

Inwardly, the Georgian was comparing it with the number of sales of planks from her old sawmill, or ready-to-wear dresses from her shop, which would be required to achieve such a staggering price.

Satisfied to use the knowledge that Rhett Butler had instilled in her by showering her with expensive jewelry, - which she had paradoxically rid of without remorse after her divorce -, Scarlett informed the two Charlestonians: "Golconda diamonds come from a mine in India. They are considered to be the purest.”

Duncan did not say a word, but he did not miss any of the young woman's reactions. He took a closer look at the object of her desire. An idea just occurred to him: this pretty ornament would go perfectly with my sketch of a certain dress....

But already the interest of his 'muse' was waning on a feather. The three women had bent down in unison to inspect it. As Ella stood up on tiptoe, she too was able to enjoy the jewels that twinkled like stars.

Tiffany's new creation, a luxury ornament designed to be slipped into long hair, was in fact shaped like a peacock feather. The label called it 'Aigrette' in French.

Tiffany Jewelry exhibit, New York Meriden Britannia Co. In Philadelphia Centennial, Main Exhibition Building: Diamond necklace, earrings, and brooch Aigrette in the shape of a feather. Stereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)

The clerk, who was anxiously awaiting the signal from the wealthy customer, rushed over as soon as the latter gave him a slight nod - so slight but perceptible in the hushed world of luxury. The jeweler smartly chose to speak to the ladies, as his possible purchase would probably be destined for one of them. So he had to seduce them by emphatically extolling the exceptional qualities of the Aigrette. All around them, silence had fallen among the frustrated onlookers, and everyone was talking:  

"It is a masterpiece, both in the quality of its diamonds and in its setting. In place of the 'eye' of the peacock feather is the famous straw-colored diamond of the late Duke of Brunswick.”

Scarlett had no idea who was this Germanic-sounding Brunswick, probably a famous noble. All she cared about was the size of that yellow stone. Therefore, she focused even more intently on the hair brooch. Created for long hair like hers…

The seller pointed out to the famous businessman, the one able to draw the consequences of what this 'small' detail implied: "It is a 30-carat diamond..."

Duncan nodded in understanding.

"Look closely around the eye: there is a first row of gold-colored diamonds, then another in a deeper shade of red. All around, six hundred - yes, six hundred! - white diamonds are set on platinum prongs.”

hair brooch Aigrette from Tiffany Jewelry exhibit, New York In Philadelphia Centennial, Main Exhibition Building:

Finally, the Tiffany salesman took the piece of jewelry and turned it over for Duncan to examine: "Look at the ingenuity of the joints and springs. With each movement of the lady's head, they allow the branches to shake slightly so that the brilliance of the precious stones catches the light.”

His three interlocutors and the women gathered around them had no trouble imagining the effect this jewel would have on their hair. They were stunned. Quite simply.

Until Cathleen decided that it was time to make way for the others, as this monopolization for their own benefit had gone on long enough.

They moved a few steps away - followed by Barnabee and Prissy. Only fifteen feet away, but in another world! It was almost a decline to be interested in such a modest quality merchandise in comparison to Tiffany’s treasures.

Not for the owner of the Robillard Boutique, however. Her practical mind twisted to concentrate on what could eventually bring her more money, rather than on what was unattainable despite her new financial ease.

The three women, accompanied by Ella who was proving to become coquettish in the making, commented with delight on the multitude of frivolities made by the Massachusetts-based Milo Hildreth. Its specialty was the ancestral work of horn and tortoise shell: these materials of animal origin were presented here in combs, pins, ear drops, bracelets, medallions and buttons. The most expensive were inlaid with gold.

Meanwhile, Duncan was deep in conversation with the increasingly smiling and obsequious Tiffany salesman. Annotations were added to a business card, and handshakes were exchanged to seal a deal.

He then joined the three women who were concentrating on sharing their preferences for what sounded to him as junk. Anyway, those trinkets were giving them as much satisfaction as diamonds, much to Duncan's amusement.

"Ladies, have you selected what you want to take with you in your tiny purses?"

Cathleen Vayton - who had all she could desire for a long time - chose two hair combs, mainly so that her son would have the satisfaction of giving her a present, modest though it was. Melina's list was much longer, and was immediately paid to Mr Hildreth. It was very likely that these items would be forgotten in a drawer of the Vayton young woman's dressing table after a few weeks. This was the first parcel Barnabee was asked to carry. It would not be the last.

As for Scarlett, it was obvious that her lover was frustrated at not being able to offer her anything officially. Scarlett did not care. She got the company catalogue from the owner, a little perturbed at first that this pretty lady was speaking business like a man. Her husband was probably the one who could not keep his eyes off her... But he soon forgot all about it, under the spell of her pretty smiles and soft inflections, even when she started discussing sliding-scale sales prices according to the quantities purchased... Finally, the merchant wrote on his letterhead the advantageous prices he would agree to allow her, taking care to use carbon paper to keep a copy.

On her return to Atlanta, Scarlett would compare the margins with those of similar items purchased from her wholesaler in Paris.

In the aftermath, Duncan pointed out to her on another manufacturer he had previously spotted for her, settled a few feet further.

The shop furniture was original, with its leather elephant and ivory tusks topping the cornice.

De Grote, New York, manufacturer of ivory and celluloïd items, Main Exhibition Building, Philadelphia Centennial of 1876. Stereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)

De Grote, from New York, was manufacturing a new material that had been trendy for five years, celluloid. This synthetic aggregate started to fascinate Scarlett because it opened up the potential for profitable new markets.

The finish of the synthetic amalgam was uncanny. It imitated perfectly the color, texture and even the striations of ivory. Few would be able to tell the difference between a brush with a thin film of celluloid on the back and one with the same thickness of ivory.

Except specialists like Scarlett. She was not interested in this type of items, since she was proud to offer the same objects, but in real ivory and with the prestige of having imported them from France for her wealthy clientele.

However, her infallible nose for bargains started to focus on the shelf where billiard cues and balls piled up, beside chess sets.

Cathleen and Melina saw no point in dwelling on a substitute for the ivory to which they had been accustomed since birth. Duncan was well aware of their tastes and had taken them into account in his 'plan'. He advised them to visit the porcelain manufacturer three stands away. It was a reasonable distance to keep an eye on them, even if the presence of the imposing Barnabee at their side was the best guarantee that nobody would dare to bother them. With his mind at rest, he concentrated on his 'fiancée'.

Week by week, day by day, minute by minute, his admiration for her was growing. It was not just a physical attraction - although he was lucid enough to admit that this was the central element. Until then, he had never been in the presence of a real businesswoman. At most, they were the wives of shopkeepers running their husbands' businesses, but under his orders. What strength this little woman exudes! Her willpower combined with her intelligence is capable of upsetting more than one business adversary or greedy supplier!

He witnessed it again. He stood next to the young woman, with no intention of intervening. However, the presence of a gentleman dressed in the richest fabrics did not go unnoticed by Mr. De Grote, as did that of the teenager accompanying them, engrossed in observing the chessboards.

Let the show begin! It is such a pleasure to see her in action! While Duncan bubbled with pride, De Grote was bewildered because it felt weird that this charming lady could conduct a business discussion while her husband, the head of the family, took a back seat... What a strange evolution in morals! Once the surprise was over, he was swept up in a whirlwind of seduction and dimples, technical questions, demands for exclusive sectoral resale, wholesale prices and manufacturing lead times. 

An order form was filled in, payment forms accepted, and delivery dates in Atlanta scheduled. The business deal was concluded with a symbolic kiss of the hand to a young lady who had once again become the quintessential restrained charm befitting her social standing.

To the merchant's satisfaction, the normal course of traditions resumed when the 'husband' acquired the most beautiful chessboard in the display.

As each piece was carefully wrapped, Scarlett raised her voice in protest, having realized that the purchase was intended for Wade. Duncan replied laconically - and logically - that her two children had contributed to the enchanting spectacle of the fashion show. So it made sense to reward them for their participation in La Mode Duncan. Scarlett finally agreed. If it had been an ivory chessboard, a gift of such value would have been more difficult to justify.

As she was walking away from the celluloid stand, the owner of Boutique Robillard exulted: "What a clever idea to have introduced me to this manufacturer! I am going to extend my clientele to include husbands who accompany their wives by selling them chess boards and billiard balls. When I return, I am going to include these items in my advertising catalogue to let people know that their prices defy all competition with ivory balls and cues. Since I have got exclusivity for Georgia, there is a great prospect of profits to come!”

He congratulated her enthusiastically - while eating me with his eyes, Scarlett rejoiced.

When they returned to Cathleen and Melina’ sides, they found them standing a little way back from the china stall in the middle of a lively but hushed conversation, as befitted the ladies of their class. The tension was palpable. 

He interposed: "What is it, Mother? Can I help you?"

With a sigh, the widow Vayton called him to witness: "Your sister has taken it into her head to buy a complete china dinner service for her future home as a young bride. I get tired of reminding her that buying such an important set for the newly-weds' reception table is symbolic and must be approved by her fiancé.”

Melissa tried to plead with her brother to take her side: "Why should I wait? These bird motifs on fine garlands are delicious on those plates. I am sure Alexander will love it too.”

Duncan nodded slightly in annoyance: "Little Sister, you have been taught enough about the rights and duties of wives, as well as the customs of our world, for you to admit that you will have to seek the agreement of the head of the household beforehand – even if I am the one to pay for it. I do not doubt for a moment that Alexander Dean will agree to all your wishes. As far as I can tell, he will give them advance notice, and I am afraid he will pass on all your whims. But there is a formalism to which our society must bow."

"Duncan..." Melissa made a feeble attempt to rebel, but it was worthless.

"Here is what I suggest: I am going to pick up the manufacturer’s catalogue. Make a note on it of the item numbers, names and prices. When you see your Alexander again, show him, and make him think it is up to him to make the decision. He will be flattered, and I shall order for you straight away. Does that suit you?"

Defeated by this common-sense proposal, Melina accepted without flinching.

Scarlett had observed the whole scene. Fortunately, she had never been placed in a submissive situation with her three husbands. Frank had tried at the very beginning of their marriage, but he had flinched at the first frown on his wife's face. As for Rhett... Rhett was different. Even compared to Duncan. Rhett had represented freedom....

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Happy Rhett Butler is laughing, Gone with the Wind, (Clark Gable)

Tuesday 20th July 1876, late afternoon, on board the liner Ville de Bordeaux, on the Atlantic Ocean

The bottle was half empty. It was a good thing he had dozed off, otherwise he would have drunk it all. He got up, checked how bad he looked in the little mirror and put on his jacket. He may have been in First Class, but the berth and the space were still cramped.

There is no way I am going to let myself go on whining on this boat for days on end! I have got work to do in Paris. Then, and only then, will I do some research... There is nothing like poker to cheer me up...

The men's lounge was bustling with activity. Pedantic gentlemen were pontificating on world news, each vying to display his geopolitical knowledge; some were chatting flatly about meteorology or other trivial subjects; a few isolated themselves reading a newspaper; still others were expressing themselves more loquaciously, with much laughter and gestures.

The only common denominators in this cosmopolitan gathering were the consumption of fine spirits and cigars, and the playing of cards. For this room was a veritable miniature Tower of Babel.

Rhett’s substantial knowledge of languages had been acquired, of course, through his education and studies at West Point It had been greatly enriched by his life as a nomad travelling the world. Therefore he amused himself by guessing the number of foreign languages spoken in this select circle - no fewer than eight to his knowledge - and adding literary references: the language of Shakespeare, of course, with its range of American, British and Irish fluctuations; the French of Molière,  the German of Goethe, the Italian of Dante, the Portuguese of Camoes...

Idle, he even pushed subtlety to detect the nuances of accents in particular among the three people standing a little way off: What a strange bunch! The older man pronounces Portuguese with a Germanic or Nordic accent. The young guy uses Brazilian, judging by the accentuation of the vowels. The third, with his eccentric get-up, mixes French with bits of Portuguese or Brazilian, even though it is hard to tell because he is barely intelligible. This is intriguing... Let’s invite them over for a drink to find out more. They might be able to distract me from this damned Philadelphia…

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Tuesday July 20 1876, end of afternoon, Main Building, Fairmount Park, Philadelphia

"I suggest, ladies, that you take a few more steps to our next stop, before resting for a few minutes. I can already assure you that you are going to be dazzled!"

As they were passing, they discovered a manufacturer of women's ready-to-wear clothing based in Philadelphia. They did not waste any time, because it only took Scarlett three minutes to conclude that the quality of these clothes was pitiful compared to her Johnson Ready-to-Wear range.

Like most visitors, they were so engrossed in staring at the stalls left and right that they did not spot it until the last moment. And yet...

The crystal Fountain, Main Exhibition Building, Philadelphia Centennial of 1876, Fairmount Park, Philadelphia, Penn. Stereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)

"Dazzling! "What a beauty!" Cathleen, Melina and Scarlett were at a loss for words to express their amazement. Even Prissy and Barnabee, obliged by their duties not to interfere with their employers' distractions, joined Wade and Ella in breathing a laconic "Oh!" of surprise.

At the intersection of several alleys, a fountain more than fifteen feet high rose majestically. Without reading his guidebook, Duncan explained to his audience: "This masterpiece is made entirely of cut crystal prisms.”

"It looks like thousands of rainbows are coming out of the fountain." Ella was becoming increasingly perceptive, much to her mother's satisfaction.

Duncan congratulated her: "You are right. With the slightest ray of sunlight coming through the glass roof, these thousands of facets capture the light and multiply infinitely." The three women together with the little girls were speechless with admiration, so he continued: "There are one hundred and twenty hidden gas spouts which, at the end of the day, transform the drops of water and the crystal prisms into a gigantic firework display."

The crystal Fountain, Main Exhibition Building, Philadelphia Centennial of 1876, Fairmount Park, Philadelphia, Penn. Stereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)

A well sat in the middle of the octagonal basin, surrounded by four street lamps also made of crystal. "Do you see the Statue of Liberty above? According to the guide, it is the largest crystal sculpture ever made to date."

 The emotion caused by such an enchanting monument, and probably the onset of fatigue, had made the ladies rather quiet.

"Mother, Scarlett, Melina and Ella, take a seat on one of the many benches. Fortunately, despite this afternoon's crowds, I can see one has just become available. In the meantime, Wade, Prissy and I will fetch you something to quench your thirst from the soda fountain."

Sofa fountain, Tuft Artic Soda, Main Exhibition Building, Philadelphia Centennial of 1876 - Stereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)

There were many of these devices inside the halls and around the monuments scattered along the alleys of Fairmount Park. Each manufacturer displayed a feat of ingenuity and originality to combine the gigantic size of these bronze, marble or cast-iron pieces of furniture with the guarantee of providing the purity of the sparkling water and syrups served on the counters. Most of the soda fountains installed in the halls, which were intended to be sold to companies or shops, were also functional on the site and offered visitors, for a few cents, a chilled glass with the syrup of their choice.

While they were waiting for their order to be served, Wade took the opportunity to thank Duncan again. "I have been dreaming of this for so long! My stepfather - well, Rhett Butler - promised to buy me one when I would be older, but... he left..."

Duncan felt the hardening in the teenager's voice and features.

“He left”, Duncan rejoiced inwardly: Good riddance. And do not you dare come back! He forced himself not to make a comment, but put his hand on the boy's shoulder to show him that he understood that Rhett Butler had betrayed him, even for the purchase of a simple chessboard.

The refreshing drinks were cheered and much appreciated, including by Barnabee and Prissy. As soon as Ella had emptied her glass, Duncan took her hand, to her mother's surprise, and led her on to the next stage, which was almost exclusively for her. He also invited Wade to follow them.

From their bench, mother, sister and secret fiancée were watching them. A few steps away from them, a large banner surmounting two gigantic display windows announced "The Children's Corner".  Those children, held tightly by their mothers or nannies, clung to the walls. Actually, they had to look up to the sky as their size was ridiculous compared to the height of the furniture.

The Children Corner, exhibit of dolls, Main Exhibition Building, Philadelphia Centennial of 1876.

Duncan chose the best angle so that Scarlett's daughter could gaze in amazement at the dozens of dolls of all sizes: the most beautiful ones were made of delicate porcelain; the more affordable ones had their head in simpler papier-mâché cardboard and stuffed bodies. All were dressed in gowns as sumptuous as “the great ladies of the castles”. There were also busts with real hair on their heads, which would be a delight for budding hairdressers.  

While his sister was volubly commenting on each model to their new friend, Wade stopped in front of a shop window in keeping with his age. His mother and Uncle Henry had bought him a few items from the New York manufacturer Althoff Bergmann.

Toys, Althoff Bergmann and Co, New York Showcase, with fire engines, horses, firemen wagons, and soldiers. Main Exhibition Building, Philadelphia Exhibition Building, Philadelphia Centennial of 1876. Stereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)

Each piece - soldiers, horses or vehicles - was a feast of miniaturization, on a scale large enough to be almost considered a work of art. Most were made from hollow iron or cast iron, then repainted as close to reality as possible. In fact, they were as much of historical interest as they were playful.

Ella confided her indecision to Duncan: "Really, are you sure I can choose a doll? Perhaps I should ask Mother's permission, although I am not sure she is going to agree."

"Do not worry. I told her it was to thank you for playing your role as Princess of Atlanta so well. Choose the most beautiful doll that makes you dream."

Nevertheless, she did look in Scarlett's direction, but there was no hint of bad temper. So she shyly pointed to a doll at least seventy centimeters tall, with long black hair and green sulfur eyes. Duncan laughed softly, for there was a definite resemblance between the little model and the real Scarlett: "Very good choice, Princess of Atlanta.”

The carefully wrapped doll was entrusted to Barnabee, who was now in charge of three packages.

"We have still got an hour to go. Would you be willing to continue our stroll?"

They got up with enthusiasm and energy in search of new treasures.

"Let's go along the side sections because they are allocated to foreign countries. Do not worry, you will not have to exhaust yourself visiting every country in the world. I have selected a few ones that you will like, saving you as little walking as possible. Let's go straight to the UK pavilion."

In the Main Building, as in the other three exhibition halls, foreign countries had their own pavilions grouping together different stands celebrating their finest national productions.

One had to be blind not to notice the presence of the British Empire as they passed the monumental thirty-feet high building, whose architecture was in keeping with the tastes of the late 19th century: it was a tribute to wrought and cast iron, with welded foliage and flowers, canopies decorated with lace festoons molded in cast iron, and balustrades guarded by two giant sculptures. A masterpiece of architecture paying homage to the wrought-iron art in vogue at the time. 

Entrance of Great Britain Pavillon, Philadelphia, Ornamental Iron Work pavilion, from Barnard Bishop England. Main Exhibition Building, Philadelphia Centennial of 1876. Stereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)

However, neither Scarlett nor the Vaytons lingered there. They headed straight for the Elkington sign, prestigious manufacturers of silverware.

The young Georgian was oblivious to Cathleen and Melina's expressions of pleasure at a vase. They had stars in their eyes when they read that it had taken the sculptor six years to create this "Triumph of Music and Poetry".

Silverware from Elkington & Co. England: Century vase, Triumph of Music and Poetry, with figures around the base, one on a horse and the other in a chariot, and three figures on the top - Great Britain Pavillon, Main Building, Philadelphia Centennial of 1876. Stereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)

Scarlett had the courtesy to stop for one second and moved to another display case to set her sights on a small mirror made of gold and silver. Two statues supported the frame, embodying two sculptural Greco-Roman goddesses, partially veiled - or partially naked - and surrounded by cherubs.

gold and silver mirror ornate with figurines of women, children, and cherubs, from Elkington & Co. Birmingham. Great Britain Pavillon, Main Exhibition Building, Philadephia Centennial of 1876. Stereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)

Duncan, always on the lookout, approached and whispered to her, while the two Vayton women continued to comment between themselves on the quality of the Helicon vase: "I imagine you sitting in front of the dressing table in our bedroom, your hair free, dressed - just like those goddesses - in a draped negligee. I cannot wait to gaze in that innocent mirror at the reflection of your bare shoulders, your breasts more and more exposed… more and more... "

Scarlett O'Hara, with nude shoulders, Gone with the Wind (Vivien Leigh)

Scarlett blushed deeply. In public, just a few yards from his family and my children... Is he losing his mind? But disturbing shivers ran down her spine. If the handsome Duncan only has to suggest an image to me for my body to react so quickly....     

She went to join her two new friends. Duncan kept standing in front of the precious mirror for a few more moments, then disappeared inside the British Company stand.

In his absence, they walked over to a large display of fabrics. A range of curtain silks from Morris House inspired Cathleen: "They would be perfect for sprucing up the windows on the ground floor of Soft South."

No sooner had she expressed her wish than her son, who had finally finished his discussion with Mr. Elkington, leaned over to her: "Excellent idea, Mother. We will work out the footage needed - which, considering the number of rooms involved, will be astronomical!" His affectionate smile showed that he did not care about the future expense involved. "I am going to speak to the manufacturer immediately, and ask him to give you a series of color and pattern samples so that you can make your choice with complete peace of mind. He will deliver them to the hotel."

Scarlett was watching the scene. This confirmed the impression that Aymeric Vayton's son was very attentive to his family and anticipated their every wish. He has just started to do the same with me and my children.... An unpleasant twinge of regret surprised her, crude reminder that someone else had been extravagantly generous for years... No! That is the past! I deserve to let myself be spoilt by someone who is genuinely generous...

He led them to the next pavilion. "Ladies, this is our last stop of the day!”

Like all the other countries, this one had decorated the entrance to its reserved perimeter with flags. Above them, hung as high as everyone could read it from afar, a wide sign proudly proclaimed: "Russia".

Pavillon of Russia, Main Exhibition Building, Philadelphia Centennial of 1876. Stereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)

The wealthy Charlestonians naturally blended into the opulent world of the Russian Empire, which had decided to showcase its power to the American citizens through its largest representation at the exhibition after the United Kingdom.

The effect intended by their 'guide' was successful: everyone in his group found something to enjoy.

Melina and Scarlett were captivated by two endless display windows of furriers from St. Petersburg. They decided to whirl from one to the other, almost pressing their faces against the glass to get a better look at the shiny coats and pelisses lined with scarlet silks.

Ella, who had once again escaped from Prissy’s care to stand next to her mother, grabbed her hand so tightly that her mother frowned and told her to release her hold. But how can you not be both fascinated and fearful when wild beasts threaten to devour you? Panthers and bears, hanging over the high shelves, were about to pounce on her in particular. The little girl admitted to herself that their skins were flattened, but their heads were full nonetheless, and their gaping jaws were showing their sharp fangs, while the slits in their eyes were watching her. There was even a bear - Ella briefly prayed for it to be stuffed - standing upright on two legs. Even though her mother was going to scold her, she preferred to seek protection as close as possible to her skirts.

Furs from Odnoncheosky's, St. Petersburg, Russia - Russian Pavillon, Main Exhibition Building, Philadelphia CStereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)entennial of 1876.

Furs from Grunwald, Russia. With coats, hats, and muffs. Russian Pavillon, Main Exhibition Building, Philadelphia Centennial of 1876.

Who was the first to ask to try on a toque? The Russian furrier, accustomed to the aristocratic clientele of St. Petersburg, had immediately detected the financial power of the ladies, or more likely of the gentleman accompanying them. With a nod from the latter, he opened wide the doors of his display cabinet and obeyed Scarlett and Melina's orders obediently.

Melina urged Cathleen to join in, and the three of them started mimicking a merry feminine sarabande dance: stoles, muffs and toques, filled with furs in mink, snow panther and leopard, were tried on and admired through two full-length psyches.

Duncan began to dream. Seeing her so close to Melina and Cathleen meant that she was becoming more and more a part of his family, and that they welcomed her with open arms. Even though Scarlett had insisted on keeping their engagement a secret, she was moving ever closer to the point where their union would be sealed. The thinly veiled threat in the icy demeanor of his neighbor from 9 East Battery could do nothing to change that.

As for little Ella... Duncan demanded that the furrier bring out his best silk hat for children, trimmed with fine white fur. It was very discreet, however, so as not to impress the other children of Atlanta's respectable society.

The little girl thought it was Christmas. The gentleman from Charleston had already spoiled her so much with her doll! And now this lovely hat... After checking that her mother had not vetoed it, she thanked him and dared to hug him shyly. The smile he returned was her third present.

The minutes were ticking away and there were still two attractions to see in the Russian pavilion. He signaled the end of the game: "Ladies, have you made up your mind?”

Daughter and mother selected a stole and a hat. Very elegant and unostentatious, as their status demanded.

After opting for a muff, Scarlett tried on a snow leopard stole again. Thin and light, it would fit her perfectly for the theatre. She waved to the shopkeeper to pay for her purchases and her daughter's hat.

Her unofficial fiancé immediately intercepted her request. He was fed up with convention denying him the chance to spoil her as she deserved. Therefore this time he resisted. Taking his family as witnesses, he imposed his decision: "Scarlett, you saved my fashion show by agreeing at the last minute to replace my injured model. Who would have embodied “Thunder of Georgie' without your intervention? Please accept my thanks with this modest gift for you and your daughter, on behalf of La Mode Duncan. Say 'yes'!"

The Prince of Fashion's official muse obviously could not remind him in public that the presence of the sixteenth model had been a premeditated lie to trap her. What's more, Cathleen and Melina joined him in begging her to accept. Even if Scarlett could now afford the occasional 'splurge', she was flattered by it, faithful to the memory of the young woman showered with attentions - and gifts, the latter having been provided by a single man whom her brain refused to name.

With the shopping paid for, Duncan asked for it to be delivered to his varnish at the station at 7.30pm on Thursday, to the relief of Barnabee who had enough bags to carry.

Having planned their stop at the Russian Pavilion, he knew that one department would be useful for his work as a stylist. He was not disappointed when he moved in front of a cabinet where brocades were hung in their entire length. He was keen to share his thoughts with Scarlett: "As a textile specialist who appreciates the complexity and the weeks of work that have gone into achieving such perfection, admire these cassocks, stoles, chasubles and ceremonial capes!”

The blood-red, purple and black velvets and silks were overloaded with arabesques, flowers, birds, crosses and chalices, embroidered in the antique style with an orgy of gold and silver thread.

"All the wealth of the Catholic and Orthodox Churches, thousands of years old, is symbolized in these ornaments. I am going to buy this one, this one" - he was pointing at them at the same time - "so that Blanche and her seamstresses can study this particular technique of inlay and embroidery. As for me, I am going to take inspiration from these motifs, which exalt the belief in a divine power, to breathe a mystical and profane perfume into certain dresses in one of my next collections."

His intelligence is so fine that he detects the smallest detail to take advantage of it and strengthen his position. He is trying to use this tactic to possess me... A disturbing impression briskly troubled her - so slight that it had the consistency of a cloud stealthily darkening the sky, and which vanished immediately. Then she forgot about it.

"Allow me to leave you for a moment. I am going to talk to the seller. I guess that he will probably not want to dispossess of these two emblematic pieces of his art before the end of the exhibition in October."

Scarlett joined Cathleen and Melina at a Russian goldsmith's stand, where the precious stones protected in a showcase with reinforced glass had all the appearance of jewels belonging to the Russian Empress herself. Ella left Prissy's care once more to approach her mother and all those boxes that were shining like stars.

Jewels and silverware from Sazikoff Hessrich and Woerffel, St Petersburg, Russia. Russian Pavillon, Main Exhibition Building, Philadelphia Centennial of 1876. Stereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)

While his mother and the Vayton ladies were absorbed in purely feminine items, Wade took the opportunity to meticulously study the section devoted to weapons and military uniforms of the Russian Empire. Fortunately for contemplators like him, each item was accompanied by a commentary on informative easels.

But nothing was worth the presence of an expert, and he was pleased when Duncan eventually joined him. The Civil War hero was happy to answer questions about the wide variety of firearms. He patiently explained the subtleties between the different blades, daggers, swords and even those called Damascus daggers. "Tomorrow afternoon, when 'our' ladies have a little siesta, I am going to show you, if you like, the American arms pavilion."

This proposal delighted the son of the late Charles Hamilton because his mother’s friend was undoubtedly one of the most learned weapons specialists.

Therefore why did he get this weird feeling that, by recognizing Duncan Vayton’s talents, he was showing ingratitude towards someone else… Uncle Rhett? No! Rhett Butler! With nostalgia, he remembered how much his former stepfather had enjoyed commenting, exclusively for him, on the exhibition of Civil War uniforms and weapons; that day on 4th July in Atlanta when the four of them had temporarily become a family again - without his little sister Bonnie. Why did he feel that he was betraying him, the latter who had cowardly abandoned the three of them? With all his might, he shook off his ridiculous scruples. Tomorrow, he would enjoy the company of the war hero.

"Before we leave for the hotel, let's have a drink at the Café Leland, which you can see at the end of this alley.” He handed Barnabee a few coins: "Take Prissy with you and buy yourselves a glass of soda. We are going to join you in a few minutes. Make sure our two coachmen are parked at the entrance to the hall. And get rid of those bulky parcels. I am afraid you will be just as loaded tomorrow!"

They were just about to leave the Russian pavilion when Melina stopped at a side table with an intense blue marble top. The sign, in the name of Hoessrich & Woerffel, from St. Petersburg, boasted: "Precious stones from Russia in your living room."

Hessrich and Woerffel, St Petersburg, minerals, stone, or marble top tables, and urns, and rock samples. Russian Paillon, Main Exhibition building, Philadelphia Centennial of 1876. Stereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)

The three women were surprised to see such a profusion of different minerals transformed into urns carved with flowers, bronze consoles with veined tops, or sculpted mantels with their clock and candelabra trimmings. In their world, such fine artistic objects were common. However, their profusion and the diversity of the minerals used were out of the ordinary: red jasper, green malachite, blue lapis lazuli and many other unknown stones had been transformed, cut, sculpted and polished so that these vivid tones could be tastefully incorporated into the classic, and elegant furnishings of quality homes.

Fairmount Park was about to close. Duncan went to ask the shopkeeper for a catalogue so they could make their choice in peace. He passed a line of rough stones designed to explain their origins and their natural appearance before being domesticated by man. There were three or four large ones surrounding small samples on a table.

The three women saw him stop and pick up one of the stones, or rather, a pebble about four inches in diameter. It had been fractured down the middle to reveal its composition: some malachite. Inside its dull, rough bark, the veins, as light green as spring grass, looked as if they had been lacquered, so smooth were they to the touch.

Malachite stone.

Scarlett, who was standing a few feet away from him, got intrigued by his behavior.

With his head bowed, he was holding the stone in both hands, as if it were a too heavy load for a man as well-built as he was. His hands, to Scarlett's great surprise, began to tremble.

She tried to catch his eye to check he was all right and said his name. He raised his head and stared at her intensely. His iris, normally as clear as spring water reflected by a blue sky, were covered by a hazy veil. His eyes were plunged into hers…but he did not see her!  

Scarlett was taken aback by this. She was not used to feel 'transparent', a negligible part that did not exist for the person in front of her...

Without a word, he plunged back into the hypnotic contemplation of the rough stone, following with a trembling finger the sinuosities, hollows and bumps of the emerald-like crystals. His knuckles stiffened in the center, where the green was deeper, darker, almost black as darkness...

The stone flew out of his hand and shattered on the floor of the Russian pavilion. It did not do much damage, with just a few cracks on the edges and some of the bark crumbling into dust.

The sound of the fall had the immediate effect of waking him from his strange lethargy. He looked at his empty hands, then at the damaged pebble on the floor, then at the shopkeeper who was coming to check the minor damage, Scarlett who had raised her eyebrows in surprise, his sister who was showing the same astonishment, and his mother who had become worried.

In a harsh and unusual voice, he addressed the manufacturer: "I am paying for this peddle. Tell me the price of this stone". And he pointed to what looked more like a boulder in size.

Mr. Hoessrich replied hesitantly, impressed as he was by the sudden abruptness of the American, who only a few minutes before had been the epitome of gentlemanly civility: "This malachite, unique in its size and remarkable weight - almost 500 kilos - is not for sale. It is here for demonstration purposes as the centerpiece of our Company. I can show you..." With one hand, he was already pointing to another malachite, but a fourth its size. l

Hessrich & Woerffel, St Petersburg, Russia: Furniture made of malachite, lapis, jasper, rhondonite, nephrite, with bronze fittings minerals - Russian Pavillon, Main Exhibition Building, Philadelphia Centennial of 1876.

The heir to the Vayton Empire cut him off curtly and, in the implacable voice of a billionaire who is never denied anything, said: "I give you $10,000. (*7) Here is my card. Give me your bank details. Tomorrow you will receive a telegram from my bank, via the Centennial National Bank, confirming my order to transfer the money to your account. (*8) Have it delivered on Thursday at 7.30 p.m. in a suitable wooden crate at the Philadelphia station. My clerk will be waiting for you to unload it in Vayton Limited's varnish.”

The Russian was speechless. So much money! Of course, for that fortune, he was happy to agree and sell the stone. What a bargain! Without noticing it, he made a gesture of picking up the small fractured malachite peddle.

"No!" The icy voice stopped him. "Add its price to the bill, I insist. And throw it away immediately.”

The aristocratic Duncan Vayton, who was quoted as an example, beyond South Carolina, for the perfection of his good manners, sent with a brutal kick the harmless pebble, which had provoked his incomprehensible ire, rolling on the floor. Impassive, it was following its course until it landed in the alley - fortunately without hitting a passer-by. Then he looked away.

Duncan Vayton, in the novel The Boutique Robillard) - (In real, Michel le Royer in The Chevalier de la Maison Rouge)

As if nothing had happened, his handsome face reappeared. The mask of cold rage had disappeared. Unless it had been replaced by another mask...

Mr. Hoessrich had never drawn up an invoice so quickly. To strictly obey his orders - even if he thought it ridiculous in view of the ten thousand dollars he had spent - he added the modest sum of 20 dollars corresponding to the price of the small malachite responsible for the American's impulse purchase.

Like Duncan's family, Scarlett had watched in silence. The sum announced was crazy, of course. But she was beginning to get a clear idea of her fiancé's exorbitant financial means. On the other hand, those hard features... those clenched jaws... those orders delivered coldly... that irrepressible strength capable of submitting any will to his own, of breaking blockades.... Rhett! Behind Duncan Vayton's smiling facade, she had just caught a glimpse of another side, that of a man as implacable as Rhett Butler....

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20 July 1876, 6.30pm, Continental Hotel, Chestnut Street, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

The Continental Hotel stood on the corner of Chestnut Street and Ninth Street. With seven hundred rooms on six floors, it was a renowned establishment and the most modern in Philadelphia.

Continental Hotel, Chestnut Street, Philadelphia, Penn. 1860/70's.

 "At last! I cannot wait to freshen up and put on the pretty new evening dress I bought for this little trip!" Melina was expressing the general feeling. They were looking forward to take off their shoes because, even though Duncan had wisely mapped out their route around the Main Building to save them unnecessary steps, they were beginning to feel tired.

Wade and Ella, and even Scarlett, paused for a moment, impressed by the grandeur of the reception hall.

Crystal chandeliers shimmered against the blond mahogany of the woodwork and the brocade of the seats. Everything exuded luxury for a refined clientele. All you had to do was look straight ahead: a monumental marble staircase with thick red veins contrasted with the immaculate one that covered the entire surface of the hall.

Duncan, on his way back from the lobby to collect the keys to the two suites, said: "It looks great, doesn't it? It was restored at the beginning of the year so that everything was ready for the Centennial and its visitors - the most prestigious visitors, since on opening day it welcomed no less than President Ulysses Grant and the Emperor of Brazil!"

"I admit that this staircase is majestic, but you will not mind, will you? if I use the lift, even to get to the second floor. I confess to feeling a little tired."

The thoughtful son stroked her arm lightly: "Mother, It is understandable that between the long train journey and our wandering around the Main Building you are exhausted. As soon as we arrive in our flat, I am going to ring Susan to assist you." Inwardly, the master of the Magnolias' Mansion had to admit that the role of the chambermaid during their stay was not a consistent one. But Cathleen was used to having her faithful employee relieve her of her corset. There was no way he would have wanted to disrupt his mother's routine and comfort.  

"I am going to do the same with Prissy, who has joined the maids' lounge. This system of connecting guests' rooms with the numbers of their employees' quarters is practical. She will stay in my suite while we are away as Ella is likely to be anxious in unfamiliar surroundings."

"I am off to Reception right now to get the menus for the hotel's two restaurants. As soon as Wade and Ella have made their choice, the waiter will bring them an invigorating supper. The poor children are exhausted. It will not be long before they are asleep."

He was climbing the stairs with such agility that he almost knocked over the person reaching the last step on the second floor.

As they were both apologizing, the two men looked at each other with the same bemused, then delighted expression.

"Incredible! Duncan! It is you!"

"Liam! What a fantastic coincidence!"

"But no, my friend, it was fate that wanted us to meet at last! I have missed you, you old brigand!"

Between manly embraces and vigorous pats on the shoulder interspersed with bursts of laughter, their reunion was noisy. Fortunately, the vast corridor on the second floor was deserted.

"We haven't seen each other for ages!”

Suddenly, a veil clouded their joy: "Yes. More than eleven years. Some time after April 9th 1865... "Any precision was useless. The date of the surrender of their beloved General Robert Lee had etched for all eternity the defeat of the Confederacy and that of the Old South; the deaths, the destructions; the end of a world... of their world.

"We have got so much time to make up for! Tell me what has become of you. You, the great seducer who melted the hearts of our tender southern belles during our leave, are you married?"

Liam mockingly objected: "Do you have the ambition to rewrite history? You were the heartbreaker who lured them in like a honey pot. As for marriage.... There was a time when I fell under the spell of a beautiful young lady to the point of thinking of getting engaged. But she refused my proposal of marriage.”

Duncan chuckled, patting him on the shoulder: "No! I do not believe it the slightest. You, who have managed to pervert the most innocent white geese, have finally discovered the rare pearl capable of inflicting such an affront on you?"

Liam looked pitiful: "Speak for yourself! I have seen you in action, you beat me in this 'field'... And yet, it is true, even if my vanity must suffer in front of you, I confess to having been rejected - tactfully - but unequivocally, and I had to accept my defeat." To lessen the affront to his male power, he added with a sneer: “the first... and fortunately the last to date! In any case, I presume someone else is in the running now.” Sarcastically, he concluded: "That belongs to the past. She was not meant for me. Maybe I shall end up a lonely, frustrated, grumpy old bachelor." This prospect made them all burst out laughing, so far removed was it from his personality.

"You have to tell me about some of your adventures - of all kinds - in detail. Knowing you, I suspect they have been incalculable... No need to ask if you are here for the Centennial, as I am. The whole world is here! What are you doing this evening? I would like to take you out to dinner. The hotel's Continental Gourmet restaurant will delight your taste buds, I promise you!” (*9)

"I am accompanied by my family and... a young person."    

"Ah! Ah!"

The insidious onomatopoeia forced his friend to clarify: "With her two children. It is altogether a family and business trip. Well... officially..."  Duncan's blue pupils were sparkling with mischief. The two men had never needed many words to understand each other. "So be it! Meet me in an hour at the Continental Gourmet. I am sure they will be happy to meet you, and that they will fall under your spell - well... hopefully not too much!"

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Tuesday 20th July 1876, 7.30pm, on board the ship Ville de Bordeaux, on the Atlantic Ocean

The invitation to share a drink, which had originally been nothing more than an interlude to relieve his boredom, was continuing in the large dining room of the Premières.

Rhett was not a man to feel sorry for human misery. He did not spare a thought for the emigrants crammed into the steerage, content with a straw mattress and meagre meals. Like the other privileged people, he paid no attention to the surrounding luxury, which was as natural to him as breathing oxygen.

To save precious space, the small individual tables had been replaced by two long, narrow ones, and everyone was seated in good company. The linen tablecloths were immaculate, the oil lamps numerous, the china service bearing the French Line monogram, and the crystal glasses filled with fragrant nectars.

Admittedly, the dishes were not as refined as they would have been on land with freshly bought food of the day. The portions were calculated and weighed so that the larders kept cold with tons of ice blocks would be well stocked until the Ville de Bordeaux arrived at the port of Le Havre in France. But the meal was good.

Their proximity to the other diners did not encourage revelations about their respective lives. Nevertheless, it was clear that all four guests were enjoying their company. Even the oldest and most placid of them relaxed when Rhett told them that he himself was a freighter captain and owned a fleet. One thing led to another, and when he revealed that he had been a blockade-breaker during the Civil War, the three foreigners were amazed and eagerly demanded to know more about his exploits.

So much so that Rhett Butler, the evening's host, did not find out any more about what brought together a Frenchman, a Brazilian and a Dutchman. The most important thing was that he was finally able to enjoy the moment. Leaving behind Charleston, 5 East Battery, Philadelphia and Peachtree Street. At least for the evening... Then... - he repeated Scarlett's maxim without realizing it - "Tomorrow is another day!"

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20 July 1876, 7.30pm, Continental Gourmet Restaurant, Continental Hotel, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Duncan asked the maître d' to add another place setting at the end of the table. He sat down opposite Scarlett, his mother beside him.

Cathleen and Scarlett had taken advantage of the past hour to relax and put on their evening gown. The Widow Vayton's was elegant and strict, while the blossoming young woman's were showing off her ivory skin to great effect.

 "I wonder what is taking Melina so long. She should have had a fitting on her new dress when she got it. Lo and behold, she has reckoned a shoulder pad was making an unsightly crease... Thank goodness Susan has repaired the damage."

Duncan was amused by the situation: "In France, there's a proverb that says that the shoemakers are the worst shod. Melina Vayton, sister of the tailor, forced to ask a maid for help with a seam! Why didn't you warn me? I would have gladly - and quickly - taken over.”

"She probably did not want to admit her little negligence in front of you. Let's leave it at that."

Scarlett was witnessing this little showdown and was feeling plunged, despite herself, into the intimacy of the Vaytons. The reality of her fourth marriage was becoming more and more tangible. But she pushed away the anguish in her throat. The carefree pleasure of being in Philadelphia took over again.   

Duncan stood up, his arms open and his attention on someone who had just arrived. Scarlett did not have the impoliteness to turn around. It was probably Melina.

No. A man.

"Liam! You are - almost - on time. It means that you are getting better with time."

The latter bent slightly towards Cathleen, who was in his sights.

"Mother, this is the one I kept writing about in my letters when I was at the front: Liam Roberts."

With a warm voice and a hint of a strange accent, he paid his respects with distinction.

Then Duncan urged him to turn to discover the third guest: "Scarlett, it is my good fortune to bring you into the presence of my faithful brother in arms, my friend of dark times." Then, addressing him, he said: "You have the honor tonight of being introduced to the most brilliant businesswoman in the South - and, dare I say it, the most charming young woman, Scarlett O'Hara!”

The man bent down again to kiss the back of her hand. When he straightened up, he automatically put on the pleasant mask he always wore for women, whether beautiful, ugly, young or old, and stared at her. And again. And again. His eyebrows furrowed, his eyelids lowered a little, the better to concentrate on Duncan's friend.  

The former beauty of Clayton County, more used to men devouring her with their eyes from the first seconds of her presentation, concealed her astonishment at this incongruous perplexity.

Always quick to watch the reactions of men who came into contact with his hidden fiancée, and especially knowing his old friend's attitudes by heart, Duncan in turn frowned: "Is something wrong, Liam?"

The last two seconds forgotten, Liam used all the facial expressions he knew to be irresistible: "Scarlett! May I call you Scarlett? If I have shown any surprise in your presence, it is because I have been blown away by your emerald eyes. Dare I confess that your beautiful face evoked another?"

She moderately appreciated his comment, even though it was intended to be complimentary. It suggested that she was common enough to be mistaken for someone else. She had the strange impression of "déjà-vu". With whom was it already? Ah yes, the common girl at the Paxton’s. It was upsetting, because men always considered her an exceptional woman like no other in the world.

Clearly, Duncan did not appreciate the comparison either and sent poor Liam, who was pitifully bogged down in his explanations, an image of annoyance.

By sleight of hand, the newcomer knew how to set the record straight: "Let there be no mistake! If the person I remember had the same color of eyes, they were very dull compared to the emeralds that are sparkling brighter than the starry sky in July.”

Cathleen was beginning to find this interlude tiresome. Scarlett breathed easier. And Duncan judged that his friend's seductive powers had deteriorated somewhat. Better to change the subject.

"Sit next to Scarlett, please, Liam. There is an empty seat as we wait - patiently - for my sister who must have got lost between the second floor and the dining room. The menu is interesting, as there are a couple of French recipes that I used to love when I lived in France."

"France? Another coincidence, because I lived there too. For a year in 1866."

"Really? Do you know we might have bumped into each other?"

"Ah, my friend! I would have loved to go with you to a café on the Champs-Elysées! We would have remade the world again and admired... the scenery. "

Duncan cleared his throat. He had some idea of what this 'landscape' was all about.

"Have you thought about moving there permanently?"

"I admit that I was very tempted, because I was beginning to have deep ties there... but... I had to go back to America. My parents needed me.”

Duncan was torn between his curiosity to know more and the need to weigh up every word in the presence of his mother and Scarlett.

In spite of everything, he tried to insinuate: "These deep ties, ... wouldn't they be the ones you told me about earlier?"

It was Liam's turn to be displeased. He glanced for a quarter of a second at the beautiful young woman sitting opposite him, and decided to change the subject.

A cloud of perfume followed by the rustle of petticoats relieved him of this embarrassment. It was probably Duncan's sister.

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She entered the restaurant, a little out of breath. The clock at the entrance confirmed that she was five minutes late. She took a deep breath and spotted the table.

Her brother and Cathleen, sitting side by side, saw her first. Their eloquent gaze meant "Late, as usual..." Scarlett could be seen from the back. What surprised her was that a man had taken her place... No, there was an empty chair next to him. No matter. She now had to justify herself in order to calm her mother's displeasure.

Her speech became choppier than usual, so eager was she to make people forget that she had broken a sacrosanct Vayton rule: "punctuality is the mother of politeness". "Mother, I am terribly sorry to be so late. Susan could not find the sewing kit you told her to take. Isn't that ironic, Duncan? You, the King of Fashion, and your family, without a needle and a spool of thread in our suitcases! We had to call in the Reception. Phew! I am so relieved. And I think these emotions have whetted my appetite."

Cathleen made no comment. But her daughter could read the storms lurking behind the serene façade. She would not be spared the moral lesson in the privacy of her own home...

"Melina, we have been waiting for you! I could not wait to introduce you to my best friend, Liam Roberts."

The stranger stood up and faced her.

What her brother said next only reached her brain in bits and pieces: "That young girl who arrived like a hurricane is the little sister I was wistfully talking about in front of you. Do you remember her? A child... an angel... Melina has grown up a lot, and angels can be a bit exuberant sometimes."

Duncan was already amused by the gently mocking remark his sister was going to make in response to his teasing, as was their wont. That’s why he was frustrated when Melina did not say a word.

How could she, anyway? Her brother's words were nothing more than a diffuse hum, the waves of which were drowned out by the bubbling of the blood pounding in her temples with the same fury as her heartbeat.

She had to say something. She had to at least finish staring at him. But she could not, because there in front of her was the most handsome man she had ever seen or dreamed of as a child. No, he was more handsome than anything she had ever imagined: a face tanned by the sun, framed by long blond hair pulled back and held in place at the nape of his neck by a grey silk catogan. Grey like his eyes, a shade so pale as to evoke the clear waters of torrents in the wilderness.

Liam Roberts, friend of Duncan Vayton, in the novel The Boutique Robillard (image generated by IA.)

No! She was delirious! What madness was seizing her?

She was standing three feet away from him, ready to take the empty seat. They looked at each other, without a word of politeness being exchanged. They were both frozen.

Had it lasted a minute, or probably less? At any rate, it was long enough for Cathleen to force her to sit down - like a rambunctious child.

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Scarlett did not miss a second of what had just taken place in front of witnesses. Being an expert in troubled confrontations - thanks Ashley! - she was reveling in it, lowering her head slightly to hide her smirk: so the insipid white goose is hiding a burning soul.. And body?

The meal was a happy one, even if Duncan's sister was unusually less talkative than usual, and her neighbor much less talkative than he had been at the top of the stairs with Duncan.

They exchanged their first impressions of the Centennial exhibition. Liam had a head start on them as he had been inspecting the halls at length for several days.

"The Machinery, Agricultural and Horticultural halls hold no more secrets for me. I recommend them to you. Even if you do not have to inspect every booth, as His Majesty Dom Pedro II imposed on our members of the Brazilian delegation.”

 "What are you saying, my friend? Explain to me. What is the connection between you, the Emperor of Brazil and that delegation?"

Realizing that he had succeeded in intriguing his friend, and no doubt the ladies and sweet Melissa, he contented himself with a cryptic answer to preserve the mystery.

 "It is too long a story for now. I shall tell you more if you allow me to invite you tomorrow evening - because, unfortunately, we will be leaving on Thursday morning. After the restaurant, we can go to the Fox American Theater, just a few steps from the hotel. During the Centennial, there are quality concerts every night.”

"With great pleasure! Wouldn't you, ladies? But, as your former superior, it is up to me to invite you. Now that we have met again, I shall never let you go!”

Scarlett liked the idea of a night out. Cathleen merely waved her chin in a polite manner. She was not happy about the prospect. Melina's assent was discreet, but firm enough to double Liam's good mood.

"According to the plan you have made for your visit tomorrow, you are going to be very busy. Nevertheless, try to make sure that you are in the Machinery Hall, at the foot of the Corliss, at 4 o'clock sharp. There is going to be a demonstration of a very special invention. If it works, you will be witnessing history in the making!”

Brazil... Invention... Duncan thought his old friend had developed a taste for mystery....

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1876, May 10, opening of the Philadelphia Centennial. Address from President Grant and Emperor of Brazil in front of the Memorial Hall, Fairmount Park, Philadelphia, Pa. Stereotype picture taken in 1876 by Department of Photography in Fairmount Park (source: Free Library of Philadelphia)

Notes on chapter 57 :

(*) The official name of the Centenary Exhibition is the "International Exhibition of Arts, Manufactures, and Products of the Soil and Mine". All the information about it in this chapter is historically factual - descriptions of the buildings inside and out, exhibitors' stands, inventions, articles and manufacturers' brands. Most of it comes from an 800-page account written in 1876, describing in detail the most interesting exhibits for each country, in each hall: "The Centennial Exposition, described and illustrated: being a concise and graphic description of this grand enterprise commemorative of the first centennial of American independence. Illustrated and prepared by Ingram. Published by Hubbard Bros, Philadelphia, Pa, 1876." https://ia601606.us.archive.org/31/items/centennialexposi00ingr/centennialexposi00ingr.pdf

Most of the stands I describe in this chapter were photographed at the time by the Department of Photography in Fairmount Park. I have illustrated my blog with some of the 1,600 "stereotypes" available online at the Free Library of Philadelphia, https://libwww.freelibrary.org/digital/collection/home/page/81/id/centennial-exhibition . 

(*1) Hackney coaches: these four-wheeled hire vehicles pulled by two horses first appeared in England in the 17th century, and take their name from a district of London. Source: https://www.geriwalton.com/hackney-coaches/

(*2) "Surrey" vehicle: this type of 19th century car with its fringed bonnet was the subject of a song by Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein "The Surrey with the Fringe on Top" in 1943 in the musical "Oklahoma".

(*3) Types of animal-drawn vehicles in the 19th century: blog in French: Voitures hippomobiles du continent Nord-Américain au XIXe siècle https://www.attelage-patrimoine.com/2022/02/voitures-hippomobiles-du-continent-nord-americain-au-xixe-siecle-2eme-partie.html

(*5) Monthly trade journal listing industrial and technical progress: "The Manufacturer and Builder, a Practical Journal of Industrial Progress".

(*6) Tiffany, 27-diamond necklace in Golvonda. The price, $80,000, was the highest ever for a piece of jewelry on sale in the United States.

(*7) Giant malachite sold to the Russian Pavilion by Hoessrich & Woerffel of St. Petersburg at the 1876 Exhibition: it actually weighed 1080 pounds (489 kilos), and its advertised price was $4,860. I doubled the price to show that Duncan Vayton was desperate to buy it.

(*8) Centennial National Bank: this bank, located on the showground, was one of the many government services available on the site. It enabled commercial negotiations to be conducted, letters of credit to be cashed and...

(*9) Continental Gourmet Restaurant: this name was invented for this novel. But it's obvious that the Continental Hotel, with its luxury hotel status and size, had at least one or two restaurants, with shops on the ground floor.

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