There was something pathetic about a man trying to raise a little girl all by himself! Rhett knew very well the pathos of the spectacle, and if it blackened Scarlett’s reputation he did not care.
Silly Scarlett. She could not see that he indulged her because he loved her (and because he's so twisted as to enjoy seeing someone's soul blackening) and now that he's found something he loves more she's screwed.
Since the end of the honeymoon, I haven't been able to stop wincing.