Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell — Read

Mrs. Elsing cocked her ear toward the hall. Hearing Melanie's steps die away into the kitchen where rattling dishes and clinking silverware gave promise of refreshments, she turned and spoke softly to the ladies who sat in a circle in the parlor, their sewing baskets in their laps.

-"Personally, I do not intend to call on Scarlett now or ever," she said, the chill elegance of her face colder than usual.