“Nobody’s coming to tea. It’s too late! I can’t wait all day.”
Gatsby sat down miserably, as if Nick had pushed him, and simultaneously there was the sound of a motor turning into my lane. They both jumped up, and, a little harrowed himself, Nick went out into the yard. Under the dripping bare lilac-trees a large open car was coming up the drive. It stopped. Daisy’s face, tipped sideways beneath a three-cornered lavender hat, looked out at Nick with a bright ecstatic smile.
“Don’t be silly; it’s just two minutes to four.”
Nick came out and pick Daisy out. After Daisy told Ferdie came back to pick her up later. And they went in. And Nick said it's funny.
“Are you in love with me,” she said low in my ear, “or why did I have to come alone?”
Daisy turned her head as there was a light dignified knocking at the front door. Nick went out and opened it. Gatsby, pale as death, with his hands plunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a puddle of water glaring tragically. It wasn’t a bit funny. Aware of the loud beating of Nick's own heart he pulled the door to against the increasing rain. For half a minute there wasn’t a sound. Then from the living-room I heard a sort of choking murmur and part of a laugh.
“I certainly am awfully glad to see you again.”
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