Великий Гэтсби

           "Oh,that’sallright,"hesaidcarelessly."Idon’twanttoputyoutoanytrouble."

           "Whatdaywouldsuityou?"

           "Whatdaywouldsuityou?"hecorrectedmequickly."Idon’twanttoputyoutoanytrouble,yousee."

           "Howaboutthedayafterto-morrow?"Heconsideredforamoment.Then,withreluctance:

           "Iwanttogetthegrasscut,"hesaid.

           Webothlookedatthegrass—therewasasharplinewheremyraggedlawnendedandthedarker,well-keptexpanseofhisbegan.Isuspectedthathemeantmygrass.

           "There’sanotherlittlething,"hesaiduncertainly,andhesitated.

           "Wouldyouratherputitoffforafewdays?"Iasked.

           "Oh,itisn’taboutthat.Atleast——"Hefumbledwithaseriesofbeginnings."Why,Ithought—why,lookhere,oldsport,youdon’tmakemuchmoney,doyou?"

           "Notverymuch."

           Thisseemedtoreassurehimandhecontinuedmoreconfidently.

           "Ithoughtyoudidn’t,ifyou’llpardonmy—Yousee,Icarryonalittlebusinessontheside,asortofsideline,youunderstand.AndIthoughtthatifyoudon’tmakeverymuch—You’resellingbonds,aren’tyou,oldsport?"