Yes, but of course I'll say I was. You see, when we left New York she was very nervous and she thought it would steady her to drive - and this women rushed out at us just as we were passing a car coming the other way. It all happened in a minute, but it seemed to me that she knew. Well, first Daisy turned away from the women toward the other car, and then she lost her nerve and turned back. The second my hand reached the wheel I felt the shock - it must have killed her instantly.
Daisy's home. I ought to have dropped you in West Egg, Nick. There's nothing we can do tonight.
No, thanks. But I'd be glad if you'd order me the taxi. I'll wait outside.
Did you see any trouble on the road?
Was she killed?
Her name was Wilson. Her husband owns the garage. How the devil did it happen?
I got to West Egg by a side road and left my car in my garage. I don't think anybody saw us, but of course I can't be sure...Who was the women?
I thought so; I told Daisy I thought so. It's better that the shock should all come at once. She stood it pretty well
Was Daisy driving?
It ripped her open...
Don't tell me, old sport.
He won't touch her. He's not thinking about her. How long are you going to wait?
She's locked herself into her room, and if he tries any brutality she's going to turn the light out and on again.
I want to wait here till Daisy goes to bed. Good night, old sport.