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

I tried to make her stop, but she couldn’t, so I pulled on the emergency brake. Then she fell over into my lap and I drove on.

�She’ll be all right tomorrow,’ he said presently. �I’m just going to wait here and see if he tries to bother her about that unpleasantness this afternoon. She’s locked herself into her room, and if he tries any brutality she’s going to turn the light out and on again.’

�He won’t touch her,’ I said. �He’s not thinking about her.’

�I don’t trust him, old sport.

�How long are you going to wait?’

�All night, if necessary. Anyhow, till they all go to bed.’

A new point of view occurred to me. Suppose Tom found out that Daisy had been driving. He might think he saw a connection in it – he might think anything. I looked at the house; there were two or three bright windows downstairs and the pink glow from Daisy’s room on the second floor.

�You wait here,’ I said. �I’ll see if there’s any sign of a commotion.

I walked back along the border of the lawn, traversed the gravel softly, and tiptoed up the veranda steps. The drawing-room curtains were open, and I saw that the room was empty. Crossing the porch where we had dined that June night three months before, I came to a small rectangle of light which I guessed was the pantry window. The blind was drawn, but I found a rift at the sill.

Daisy and Tom were sitting opposite each other at the kitchen table, with a plate of cold fried chicken between them, and two bottles of ale.

They weren’t happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale – and yet they weren’t unhappy either. There was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture, and anybody would have said that they were conspiring together.

As I tiptoed from the porch I heard my taxi feeling its way along the dark road toward the house. Gatsby was waiting where I had left him in the drive.

�Is it all quiet up there?’ he asked anxiously.

�Yes, it’s all quiet.’ I hesitated. �You’d better come home and get some sleep.’

He shook his head.

�I want to wait here till Daisy goes to bed. Good night, old sport.