Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 2
"I’llmeetyoubythenews-standonthelowerlevel."ShenoddedandmovedawayfromhimjustasGeorgeWilsonemergedwithtwochairsfromhisofficedoor.
Wewaitedforherdowntheroadandoutofsight.ItwasafewdaysbeforetheFourthofJuly,andagray,scrawnyItalianchildwassettingtorpedoesinarowalongtherailroadtrack.
"Terribleplace,isn’tit,"saidTom,exchangingafrownwithDoctorEckleburg.
"Awful.""Itdoeshergoodtogetaway.""Doesn’therhusbandobject?"
"Wilson?HethinksshegoestoseehersisterinNewYork.He’ssodumbhedoesn’tknowhe’salive."
SoTomBuchananandhisgirlandIwentuptogethertoNewYork—ornotquitetogether,forMrs.Wilsonsatdiscreetlyinanothercar.TomdeferredthatmuchtothesensibilitiesofthoseEastEggerswhomightbeonthetrain.
Shehadchangedherdresstoabrownfiguredmuslin,whichstretchedtightoverherratherwidehipsasTomhelpedhertotheplatforminNewYork.Atthenews-standsheboughtacopyofTownTattleandamoving-picturemagazine,andinthestationdrug-storesomecoldcreamandasmallflaskofperfume.Up-stairs,inthesolemnechoingdrivesheletfourtaxicabsdriveawaybeforesheselectedanewone,lavender-coloredwithgrayupholstery,andinthisweslidoutfromthemassofthestationintotheglowingsunshine.Butimmediatelysheturnedsharplyfromthewindowand,leaningforward,tappedonthefrontglass.
"Iwanttogetoneofthosedogs,"shesaidearnestly."Iwanttogetonefortheapartment.They’renicetohave—adog."
