F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Great Gatsby
“So are we.” “Well, we‟re almost the last to-night,” said one of the men
sheepishly. “The orchestra left half an hour ago.” In spite of the wives‟ agreement that such malevolence was
beyond credibility, the dispute ended in a short struggle, and both wives were lifted, kicking, into the night. As I waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library
opened and Jordan Baker and Gatsby came out together. He was saying some last word to her, but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly into formality as several people approached him to say good-bye. Jordan‟s party were calling impatiently to her from the
porch, but she lingered for a moment to shake hands. “I‟ve just heard the most amazing thing,” she whispered.
“How long were we in there?” “Why, about an hour.” “It was — simply amazing,” she
repeated abstractedly. “But I swore I wouldn‟t tell it and here I am tantalizing you.” She yawned gracefully in my face: “Please come and see me. . . . Phone book . . . Under the name of Mrs. Sigourney Howard . . . My aunt . . .” She was hurrying off as she talked — her brown hand waved a jaunty salute as she melted into her party at the door.