She had been on the front porch and he had ridden up the long avenue,dressed in grey broadclothwith a wide black cravat setting off his frilled shirt to perfection.Even now,she could recall each detail of his dress,how brightly his bots shone, the head of a Medusa in cameo on his cravat pin,alighted and tossed his bridle reins to a piccaninny and stood looking up at her ,his drowsy grey eyes wide with a smile and the sun so bright on his blond hair that it seemed like a cap of shining silver.And he said."So you've grown up ,Scarlett."And,coming lightly up the steps,he had kissed her hand.And his voice!She would never gorget the leap of her heart as she heard it ,as if for the first time ,drawling,resonant,musical.