Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 6
Hetoldmeallthisverymuchlater,butI’veputitdownherewiththeideaofexplodingthosefirstwildrumorsabouthisantecedents,whichweren’tevenfaintlytrue.Moreoverhetoldittomeatatimeofconfusion,whenIhadreachedthepointofbelievingeverythingandnothingabouthim.SoItakeadvantageofthisshorthalt,whileGatsby,sotospeak,caughthisbreath,toclearthissetofmisconceptionsaway.
Itwasahalt,too,inmyassociationwithhisaffairs.ForseveralweeksIdidn’tseehimorhearhisvoiceonthephone—mostlyIwasinNewYork,trottingaroundwithJordanandtryingtoingratiatemyselfwithhersenileaunt—butfinallyIwentovertohishouseoneSundayafternoon.Ihadn’tbeentheretwominuteswhensomebodybroughtTomBuchananinforadrink.Iwasstartled,naturally,butthereallysurprisingthingwasthatithadn’thappenedbefore.
Theywereapartyofthreeonhorseback—TomandamannamedSloaneandaprettywomaninabrownriding-habit,whohadbeentherepreviously.
"I’mdelightedtoseeyou,"saidGatsby,standingonhisporch."I’mdelightedthatyoudroppedin."
Asthoughtheycared!
"Sitrightdown.Haveacigaretteoracigar."Hewalkedaroundtheroomquickly,ringingbells."I’llhavesomethingtodrinkforyouinjustaminute."
HewasprofoundlyaffectedbythefactthatTomwasthere.
