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"
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
.
I
noticed
that
she
wore
her
evening-dress
,
all
her
dresses
,
like
sports
clothes
--
there
was
a
jauntiness
about
her
movements
as
if
she
had
first
learned
to
walk
upon
golf
courses
on
clean
,
crisp
mornings
.
I
was
alone
and
it
was
almost
two
.
For
some
time
confused
and
intriguing
sounds
had
issued
from
a
long
,
many-windowed
room
which
overhung
the
terrace
.
Eluding
Jordan
's
undergraduate
,
who
was
now
engaged
in
an
obstetrical
conversation
with
two
chorus
girls
,
and
who
implored
me
to
join
him
,
I
went
inside
.
The
large
room
was
full
of
people
.
One
of
the
girls
in
yellow
was
playing
the
piano
,
and
beside
her
stood
a
tall
,
red-haired
young
lady
from
a
famous
chorus
,
engaged
in
song
.
She
had
drunk
a
quantity
of
champagne
,
and
during
the
course
of
her
song
she
had
decided
,
ineptly
,
that
everything
was
very
,
very
sad
--
she
was
not
only
singing
,
she
was
weeping
too
.
Whenever
there
was
a
pause
in
the
song
she
filled
it
with
gasping
,
broken
sobs
,
and
then
took
up
the
lyric
again
in
a
quavering
soprano
.
The
tears
coursed
down
her
cheeks
--
not
freely
,
however
,
for
when
they
came
into
contact
with
her
heavily
beaded
eyelashes
they
assumed
an
inky
color
,
and
pursued
the
rest
of
their
way
in
slow
black
rivulets
.
A
humorous
suggestion
was
made
that
she
sing
the
notes
on
her
face
,
whereupon
she
threw
up
her
hands
,
sank
into
a
chair
,
and
went
off
into
a
deep
vinous
sleep
.
"
She
had
a
fight
with
a
man
who
says
he
's
her
husband
,
"
explained
a
girl
at
my
elbow
.
I
looked
around
.
Most
of
the
remaining
women
were
now
having
fights
with
men
said
to
be
their
husbands
.
Even
Jordan
's
party
,
the
quartet
from
East
Egg
,
were
rent
asunder
by
dissension
.
One
of
the
men
was
talking
with
curious
intensity
to
a
young
actress
,
and
his
wife
,
after
attempting
to
laugh
at
the
situation
in
a
dignified
and
indifferent
way
,
broke
down
entirely
and
resorted
to
flank
attacks
--
at
intervals
she
appeared
suddenly
at
his
side
like
an
angry
diamond
,
and
hissed
:
"
You
promised
!
"
into
his
ear
.
The
reluctance
to
go
home
was
not
confined
to
wayward
men
.
The
hall
was
at
present
occupied
by
two
deplorably
sober
men
and
their
highly
indignant
wives
.
The
wives
were
sympathizing
with
each
other
in
slightly
raised
voices
.
"
Whenever
he
sees
I
'm
having
a
good
time
he
wants
to
go
home
.
"
