"The bar is in full swing and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside until the air is alivewith chatter and laughter and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other’s names."
"‘Hello!’ I roared, advancing toward her. My voice seemed unnaturally loud across the garden. ‘I thought you might be here,’ she responded absently as I came up. ‘I remembered you lived next door to—— ‘She held my hand impersonally, as a promise that she’d take care of me in a minute...
"‘Absolutely real—have pages and everything. I thought they’d be a nice durable cardboard. Matter of fact, they’re absolutely real. Pages and—Here! Lemme show you.’"
"‘This is an unusual party for me. I haven’t even seen the host. I live over there——’ I waved my hand at the invisible hedge in the distance, ‘and this man Gatsby sent over his chauffeur with an invitation.’ For a moment he looked at me as if he failed to understand. ‘I’m Gatsby,’ he said suddenly. ‘What!’ I exclaimed. ‘Oh, I beg your pardon.’"
"I beg your pardon.’ Gatsby’s butler was suddenly standing beside us. ‘Miss Baker?’ he inquired. ‘I beg your pardon but Mr. Gatsby would like to speak to you alone.’ ‘With me?’ she exclaimed in surprise. ‘Yes, madame.’ She got up slowly, raising her eyebrows at me in astonishment, and followed the butler toward the house."