Великий Гэтсби

           "Nextdoor."

           "Thatso?"

           Mr.Sloanedidn’tenterintotheconversation,butloungedbackhaughtilyinhischair;thewomansaidnothingeither—untilunexpectedly,aftertwohighballs,shebecamecordial.

           "We’llallcomeovertoyournextparty,Mr.Gatsby,"shesuggested."Whatdoyousay?"

           "Certainly;I’dbedelightedtohaveyou."

           "Bever’nice,"saidMr.Sloane,withoutgratitude."Well—thinkoughttobestartinghome."

           "Pleasedon’thurry,"Gatsbyurgedthem.Hehadcontrolofhimselfnow,andhewantedtoseemoreofTom."Whydon’tyou—whydon’tyoustayforsupper?Iwouldn’tbesurprisedifsomeotherpeopledroppedinfromNewYork."

           "Youcometosupperwithme,"saidtheladyenthusiastically."Bothofyou."

           Thisincludedme.Mr.Sloanegottohisfeet.

           "Comealong,"hesaid—buttoheronly.

           "Imeanit,"sheinsisted."I’dlovetohaveyou.Lotsofroom."

           Gatsbylookedatmequestioningly.Hewantedtogo,andhedidn’tseethatMr.Sloanehaddeterminedheshouldn’t.