in a dignified and indifferent way, broke down entirely and resorted to flank attacks at intervals she appeared suddenly at his side like an angry diamond, and hissed: You promised! into his ear.
The reluctance to go home was not confined to wayward men. The hall was at present occupied by two deplorably sober men and their highly indignant wives. The wives were sympathizing with each other in slightly raised voices.
Whenever he sees Im having a good time he wants to go home.
Never heard anything so selfish in my life.
Were always the first ones to leave.
So are we.
Well, were almost the last tonight, said one of the men sheepishly. The orchestra left half an hour ago.
In spite of the wives agreement that such malevolence was beyond credibility, the dispute ended in a short struggle, and both wives were lifted, kicking, into the night.
As I waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library opened and Jordan Baker and Gatsby came out together. He was saying some last word to her, but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly into formality as several people approached him to say goodbye.
Jordans party were calling impatiently to her from the porch, but she lingered for a moment to shake hands.
Ive just heard the most amazing thing, she whispered. How long were we in there?
Why, about an hour.
It was simply amazing, she repeated abstractedly. But I swore I wouldnt tell it and here I am tantalizing you. She yawned gracefully in my face. Please come and see me Phone book Under the name of Mrs. Sigourney Howard My aunt She was hurrying off as she talked her brown hand waved a jaunty salute as she melted into her party at the door.
Rather ashamed that on my first appearance I had stayed so late, I joined the last of Gatsbys guests, who were clustered around him. I wanted to explain that Id hunted for him early in the evening and to apologize for not having known him in the garden.
Dont mention it, he enjoined me eagerly. Dont give it another thought, old sport. The familiar expression held no more familiarity than the hand which reassuringly brushed my shoulder. And dont forget were going up in the hydroplane tomorrow morning, at nine oclock.
Then the butler, behind his shoulder:
Philadelphia wants you on the phone, sir.
All right, in a minute. Tell them Ill be right there Good night.
Good night.
Good night. He smiled and suddenly there seemed to be a pleasant significance in having been among the last to go, as if he had desired it all the time. Good night, old sport Good night.
But as I walked down the steps I saw that the evening was not quite over. Fifty feet from the door a dozen headlights illuminated a bizarre and tumultuous scene. In the ditch beside the road, right side up, but violently shorn of one wheel, rested a new coupe which had left Gatsbys drive not two minutes before. The sharp jut of a wall accounted for the detachment of the wheel which was now getting considerable attention from half a dozen curious chauffeurs. However, as they had left their cars blocking the road, a harsh, discordant din from those in the rear had been audible for some time, and added to the already violent confusion of the scene.
A man in a long duster had dismounted from the wreck and now stood in the middle of the road, looking from the car to the tyre and from the tyre to the observers in a pleasant, puzzled way.
See! he explained. It went in the ditch.
The fact was infinitely astonishing to him, and I recognized first the unusual quality of wonder, and then the man it was the late patron of Gatsbys library.
Howd it happen?
He shrugged his shoulders.
I know nothing whatever about mechanics, he said decisively.
But how did it happen? Did you run into the wall?
Dont ask me, said Owl Eyes, washing his hands of the whole matter. I know very little about driving next to nothing. It happened, and thats all I know.
Well, if youre a poor driver you oughtnt to try driving at night.
But I wasnt even trying, he explained indignantly, I wasnt even trying.
An awed hush fell upon the bystanders.
Do you want to commit suicide?
Youre lucky it was just a wheel! A bad driver and not even trying!
You dont understand, explained the criminal. I wasnt driving. Theres another man in the car.
The shock that followed this declaration found voice in a sustained Ah-h-h! as the door of the coupe swung slowly open. The crowd it was now a crowd stepped back involuntarily, and when the door had opened wide there was a ghostly pause. Then, very
gradually, part by part, a pale, dangling individual stepped out of the wreck, pawing tentatively at the ground with a large uncertain dancing shoe.
Blinded by the glare of the headlights and confused by the incessant groaning of the horns, the apparition stood swaying for a moment before he perceived the man in the duster.
Whas matter? he inquired calmly. Did we run outa gas?
Look!