No matter how much one tried, truth was these traits were simply in their breeding. They handled whatever wealth they had over the years quietly. As a rule these families shied away from any publicity and most things new. The write-ups of their daughters' debut and then marriage were the only times one read about them in papers. Their gentility keep most of them behind the walls of their family farms and estates.
Eleazar also realized the reality of one's reputation (and mere survival) trumped any thought of the 'Old South'. His wife, however, failed to accept this reality. She assumed that the antebellum status quo of their lives had not been effected by the war. In order to keep his wife, whom he adored, in the comfort to which she was accustomed, Eleazar had concocted the plan to finance his wife's needs for fashions and a lifestyle that no one else cared about at that time. If she was humiliated by loss of the family's wealth, she was even more mortified when her husband was convicted of a crime and sentenced to prison. Much of her despair was alleviated when Eleazar dropped dead at breakfast that faithful morning.
It never dawned on poor Harrell that he could be living Eleazar's Hell. Luckily there was one thing in his favor - he had made good money and investments over the years. The dream of their comfortable retirement on the Florida Panhandle was the guiding light he had worked so hard for.
Dixie's grand plan (spectacle) of Kathleen's wedding to be the extravagant demonstration of her social status, was lost on Harrell. All he knew was that Dixie was ecstatic about the wedding and Kathleen was very much in love with Jeb. Little did he realize, when he walked the Bride down the aisle, not only was he giving away his beloved daughter in marriage but also (a good chance of) his dreamed retirement on the Florida Panhandle.