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As
soon
as
I
arrived
I
made
an
attempt
to
find
my
host
,
but
the
two
or
three
people
of
whom
I
asked
his
whereabouts
stared
at
me
in
such
an
amazed
way
,
and
denied
so
vehemently
any
knowledge
of
his
movements
,
that
I
slunk
off
in
the
direction
of
the
cocktail
table
--
the
only
place
in
the
garden
where
a
single
man
could
linger
without
looking
purposeless
and
alone
.
I
was
on
my
way
to
get
roaring
drunk
from
sheer
embarrassment
when
Jordan
Baker
came
out
of
the
house
and
stood
at
the
head
of
the
marble
steps
,
leaning
a
little
backward
and
looking
with
contemptuous
interest
down
into
the
garden
.
Welcome
or
not
,
I
found
it
necessary
to
attach
myself
to
some
one
before
I
should
begin
to
address
cordial
remarks
to
the
passers-by
.
"
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
,
and
gave
ear
to
two
girls
in
twin
yellow
dresses
,
who
stopped
at
the
foot
of
the
steps
.
"
Hello
!
"
they
cried
together
.
"
Sorry
you
did
n't
win
.
"
That
was
for
the
golf
tournament
.
She
had
lost
in
the
finals
the
week
before
.
"
You
do
n't
know
who
we
are
,
"
said
one
of
the
girls
in
yellow
,
"
but
we
met
you
here
about
a
month
ago
.
"
"
You
've
dyed
your
hair
since
then
,
"
remarked
Jordan
,
and
I
started
,
but
the
girls
had
moved
casually
on
and
her
remark
was
addressed
to
the
premature
moon
,
produced
like
the
supper
,
no
doubt
,
out
of
a
caterer
's
basket
.
With
Jordan
's
slender
golden
arm
resting
in
mine
,
we
descended
the
steps
and
sauntered
about
the
garden
.
A
tray
of
cocktails
floated
at
us
through
the
twilight
,
and
we
sat
down
at
a
table
with
the
two
girls
in
yellow
and
three
men
,
each
one
introduced
to
us
as
Mr.
Mumble
.
"
Do
you
come
to
these
parties
often
?
"
inquired
Jordan
of
the
girl
beside
her
.
"
The
last
one
was
the
one
I
met
you
at
,
"
answered
the
girl
,
in
an
alert
confident
voice
.
She
turned
to
her
companion
:
"
Was
n't
it
for
you
,
Lucille
?
"
