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1With a reluctant backward glance the well-disciplined child held to her nurse's hand and was pulled out the door, just
2as Tom came back, preceding four gin rickeys that clicked full of ice. Gatsby took up his drink. "They certainly look
3cool," he said, with visible tension. We drank in long, greedy swallows. "I read somewhere that the sun's getting hotter
4every year," said Tom genially. "It seems that pretty soon the earth's going to fall into the sun--or wait a
5minute--it's just the opposite--the sun's getting colder every year. "Come outside," he suggested to Gatsby, "I'd like
6you to have a look at the place." I went with them out to the veranda. On the green Sound, stagnant in the heat, one
7small sail crawled slowly toward the fresher sea. Gatsby's eyes followed it momentarily; he raised his hand and pointed
8across the bay. "I'm right across from you." "So you are." Our eyes lifted over the rose-beds and the hot lawn and the
9weedy refuse of the dog-days alongshore. Slowly the white wings of the boat moved against the blue cool limit of the
10sky. Ahead lay the scalloped ocean and the abounding blessed isles. "There's sport for you," said Tom, nodding. "I'd
11like to be out there with him for about an hour." We had luncheon in the dining-room, darkened too against the heat, and
12drank down nervous gaiety with the cold ale. "What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon?" cried Daisy, "and the day
13after that, and the next thirty years?" "Don't be morbid," Jordan said. "Life starts all over again when it gets crisp
14in the fall." "But it's so hot," insisted Daisy, on the verge of tears, "and everything's so confused. Let's all go to
15town!" Her voice struggled on through the heat, beating against it, moulding its senselessness into forms. "I've heard
16of making a garage out of a stable," Tom was saying to Gatsby, "but I'm the first man who ever made a stable out of a
17garage." "Who wants to go to town?" demanded Daisy insistently. Gatsby's eyes floated toward her. "Ah," she cried, "you
18look so cool." Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down
19at the table. "You always look so cool," she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw. He was
20astounded. His mouth opened a little, and he looked at Gatsby, and then back at Daisy as if he had just recognized her
21as someone he knew a long time ago. "You resemble the advertisement of the man," she went on innocently. "You know the
22advertisement of the man--" "All right," broke in Tom quickly, "I'm perfectly willing to go to town. Come on--we're all
23going to town." He got up, his eyes still flashing between Gatsby and his wife. No one moved. "Come on!" His temper
24cracked a little. "What's the matter, anyhow? If we're going to town, let's start." His hand, trembling with his effort
25at self-control, bore to his lips the last of his glass of ale. Daisy's voice got us to our feet and out on to the
26blazing gravel drive. "Are we just going to go?" she objected. "Like this? Aren't we going to let anyone smoke a
27cigarette first?" "Everybody smoked all through lunch." "Oh, let's have fun," she begged him. "It's too hot to fuss." He
28didn't answer. "Have it your own way," she said. "Come on, Jordan." They went upstairs to get ready while we three men
29stood there shuffling the hot pebbles with our feet. A silver curve of the moon hovered already in the western sky.
30Gatsby started to speak, changed his mind, but not before Tom wheeled and faced him expectantly. "Have you got your
31stables here?" asked Gatsby with an effort. "About a quarter of a mile down the road." "Oh." A pause. "I don't see the
32idea of going to town," broke out Tom savagely. "Women get these notions in their heads--" "Shall we take anything to
33drink?" called Daisy from an upper window. "I'll get some whisky," answered Tom. He went inside. Gatsby turned to me
34rigidly: "I can't say anything in his house, old sport." "She's got an indiscreet voice," I remarked. "It's full of--" I
35hesitated. "Her voice is full of money," he said suddenly. That was it. I'd never understood before. It was full of
36money--that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals' song of it … High in a
37white palace the king's daughter, the golden girl … Tom came out of the house wrapping a quart bottle in a towel,
38followed by Daisy and Jordan wearing small tight hats of metallic cloth and carrying light capes over their arms. "Shall
39we all go in my car?" suggested Gatsby. He felt the hot, green leather of the seat. "I ought to have left it in the
40shade." "Is it standard shift?" demanded Tom. "Yes." "Well, you take my coupé and let me drive your car to town." The
41suggestion was distasteful to Gatsby. "I don't think there's much gas," he objected. "Plenty of gas," said Tom
42boisterously. He looked at the gauge. "And if it runs out I can stop at a drugstore. You can buy anything at a drugstore
43nowadays." A pause followed this apparently pointless remark. Daisy looked at Tom frowning, and an indefinable
44expression, at once definitely unfamiliar and vaguely recognizable, as if I had only heard it described in words, passed
45over Gatsby's face. "Come on, Daisy," said Tom, pressing her with his hand toward Gatsby's car. "I'll take you in this
46circus wagon." He opened the door, but she moved out from the circle of his arm. "You take Nick and Jordan. We'll follow
47you in the coupé." She walked close to Gatsby, touching his coat with her hand. Jordan and Tom and I got into the front
48seat of Gatsby's car, Tom pushed the unfamiliar gears tentatively, and we shot off into the oppressive heat, leaving
49them out of sight behind. "Did you see that?" demanded Tom. "See what?" He looked at me keenly, realizing that Jordan
50and I must have known all along. "You think I'm pretty dumb, don't you?" he suggested. "Perhaps I am, but I have
51a--almost a second sight, sometimes, that tells me what to do. Maybe you don't believe that, but science--" He paused.
52The immediate contingency overtook him, pulled him back from the edge of theoretical abyss. "I've made a small
53investigation of this fellow," he continued. "I could have gone deeper if I'd known--" "Do you mean you've been to a
54medium?" inquired Jordan humorously. "What?" Confused, he stared at us as we laughed. "A medium?" "About Gatsby." "About
55Gatsby! No, I haven't. I said I'd been making a small investigation of his past." "And you found he was an Oxford man,"
56said Jordan helpfully. "An Oxford man!" He was incredulous. "Like hell he is! He wears a pink suit." "Nevertheless he's
57an Oxford man." "Oxford, New Mexico," snorted Tom contemptuously, "or something like that." "Listen, Tom. If you're such
58a snob, why did you invite him to lunch?" demanded Jordan crossly. "Daisy invited him; she knew him before we were
59married--God knows where!" We were all irritable now with the fading ale, and aware of it we drove for a while in
60silence. Then as Doctor T. J. Eckleburg's faded eyes came into sight down the road, I remembered Gatsby's caution about
61gasoline. "We've got enough to get us to town," said Tom. "But there's a garage right here," objected Jordan. "I don't
62want to get stalled in this baking heat." Tom threw on both brakes impatiently, and we slid to an abrupt dusty stop
63under Wilson's sign. After a moment the proprietor emerged from the interior of his establishment and gazed hollow-eyed
64at the car. "Let's have some gas!" cried Tom roughly. "What do you think we stopped for--to admire the view?" "I'm
65sick," said Wilson without moving. "Been sick all day." "What's the matter?" "I'm all run down." "Well, shall I help
66myself?" Tom demanded. "You sounded well enough on the phone." With an effort Wilson left the shade and support of the
67doorway and, breathing hard, unscrewed the cap of the tank. In the sunlight his face was green. "I didn't mean to
68interrupt your lunch," he said. "But I need money pretty bad, and I was wondering what you were going to do with your
69old car." "How do you like this one?" inquired Tom. "I bought it last week." "It's a nice yellow one," said Wilson, as
70he strained at the handle. "Like to buy it?" "Big chance," Wilson smiled faintly. "No, but I could make some money on
71the other." "What do you want money for, all of a sudden?"
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