Великий Гэтсби
Chapter 4
"Hejustsawtheopportunity."
"Whyisn’theinjail?"
"Theycan’tgethim,oldsport.He’sasmartman."
Iinsistedonpayingthecheck.AsthewaiterbroughtmychangeIcaughtsightofTomBuchananacrossthecrowdedroom.
"Comealongwithmeforaminute,"Isaid;"I’vegottosayhellotosomeone."WhenhesawusTomjumpedupandtookhalfadozenstepsinourdirection.
"Where’veyoubeen?"hedemandedeagerly."Daisy’sfuriousbecauseyouhaven’tcalledup."
"ThisisMr.Gatsby,Mr.Buchanan."
Theyshookhandsbriefly,andastrained,unfamiliarlookofembarrassmentcameoverGatsby’sface.
"How’veyoubeen,anyhow?"demandedTomofme."How’dyouhappentocomeupthisfartoeat?"
"I’vebeenhavinglunchwithMr.Gatsby."
IturnedtowardMr.Gatsby,buthewasnolongerthere.
OneOctoberdayinnineteen-seventeen——(saidJordanBakerthatafternoon,sittingupverystraightonastraightchairinthetea-gardenatthePlazaHotel)
—Iwaswalkingalongfromoneplacetoanother,halfonthesidewalksandhalfonthelawns.
