Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 8
Ithankedhimforhishospitality.Wewerealwaysthankinghimforthat—Iandtheothers.
"Good-by,"Icalled."Ienjoyedbreakfast,Gatsby."
Upinthecity,Itriedforawhiletolistthequotationsonaninterminableamountofstock,thenIfellasleepinmyswivel-chair.Justbeforenoonthephonewokeme,andIstartedupwithsweatbreakingoutonmyforehead.ItwasJordanBaker;sheoftencalledmeupatthishourbecausetheuncertaintyofherownmovementsbetweenhotelsandclubsandprivatehousesmadeherhardtofindinanyotherway.Usuallyhervoicecameoverthewireassomethingfreshandcool,asifadivotfromagreengolf-linkshadcomesailinginattheofficewindow,butthismorningitseemedharshanddry.
"I’veleftDaisy’shouse,"shesaid."I’matHempstead,andI’mgoingdowntoSouthamptonthisafternoon."
ProbablyithadbeentactfultoleaveDaisy’shouse,buttheactannoyedme,andhernextremarkmademerigid.
"Youweren’tsonicetomelastnight."
"Howcouldithavematteredthen?"
Silenceforamoment.Then:
"However—Iwanttoseeyou."
"Iwanttoseeyou,too."
"SupposeIdon’tgotoSouthampton,andcomeintotownthisafternoon?"
