Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 3
Jordan’spartywerecallingimpatientlytoherfromtheporch,butshelingeredforamomenttoshakehands.
"I’vejustheardthemostamazingthing,"shewhispered."Howlongwereweinthere?"
"Why,aboutanhour.""Itwas—simplyamazing,"sherepeatedabstractedly."ButIsworeIwouldn’ttellitandhereIamtantalizingyou."Sheyawnedgracefullyinmyface:"Pleasecomeandseeme....Phonebook...UnderthenameofMrs.SigourneyHoward...Myaunt..."Shewashurryingoffasshetalked—herbrownhandwavedajauntysaluteasshemeltedintoherpartyatthedoor.
RatherashamedthatonmyfirstappearanceIhadstayedsolate,IjoinedthelastofGatsby’sguests,whowereclusteredaroundhim.IwantedtoexplainthatI’dhuntedforhimearlyintheeveningandtoapologizefornothavingknownhiminthegarden.
"Don’tmentionit,"heenjoinedmeeagerly."Don’tgiveitanotherthought,oldsport."Thefamiliarexpressionheldnomorefamiliaritythanthehandwhichreassuringlybrushedmyshoulder."Anddon’tforgetwe’regoingupinthehydroplaneto-morrowmorning,atnineo’clock."
Thenthebutler,behindhisshoulder:"Philadelphiawantsyouonthe‘phone,sir."
"Allright,inaminute.TellthemI’llberightthere....goodnight."
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight."Hesmiled—andsuddenlythereseemedtobeapleasantsignificanceinhavingbeenamongthelasttogo,asifhehaddesireditallthetime."Goodnight,oldsport....goodnight."
