«Великий Гэтсби» и другие лучшие произведения Ф.С. Фицджеральда

Jordan’s party were calling impatiently to her from the porch, but she lingered for a moment to shake hands.

�I’ve 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 wouldn’t 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 Gatsby’s guests, who were clustered around him. I wanted to explain that I’d hunted for him early in the evening and to apologize for not having known him in the garden.

�Don’t mention it,’ he enjoined me eagerly. �Don’t give it another thought, old sport.’ The familiar expression held no more familiarity than the hand which reassuringly brushed my shoulder.

�And don’t forget we’re going up in the hydroplane tomorrow morning, at nine o’clock.’

Then the butler, behind his shoulder:

�Philadelphia wants you on the phone, sir.’

�All right, in a minute. Tell them I’ll 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 Gatsby’s 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.