Gatsby sprang to his feet, vivid with excitement. never loved you, do you he cried. only married you because I was poor and she “She hear?” “She was tired of waiting for me. It was a terrible mistake, but in her heart she never loved any one except me!” At this point Jordan and I tried to go, but Tom and Gatsby insisted with competitive firmness that we remain—as though neither of them had anything to conceal and it would be a privilege to partake vicariously of their emotions. down, voice groped unsuccessfully for the paternal note. been going “Sit Daisy,” Tom’s “What’s on? I want to hear all about it.” told you been going said Gatsby. on for five years—and you “I what’s on,” “Going didn’t know.” Tom turned to Daisy sharply. been seeing this fellow for five “You’ve years?” said Gatsby. we meet. But both of us loved each other all that time, “Not seeing,” “No, couldn’t old sport, and you know. I used to laugh there was no laughter in his didn’t sometimes.”—but eyes——” to think that you didn’t know.” Tom tapped his thick fingers together like a clergyman and leaned back in his “Oh—that’s all.” chair. he exploded. speak about what happened five years ago, because I “You’re crazy!” “I can’t know Daisy then—and be damned if I see how you got within a mile of her unless you didn’t I’ll brought the groceries to the back door. But all the rest of a God damned lie. Daisy loved that’s me when she married me and she loves me now.” said Gatsby, shaking his head. “No,” does, though. The trouble is that sometimes she gets foolish ideas in her head and “She doesn’t know what He nodded sagely. more, I love Daisy too. Once in a while she’s doing.” “And what’s I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time.”
Gatsby sprang to his feet, vivid with excitement. “She never loved you, do you hear?” he cried. “She only married you because I was poor and she was tired of waiting for me. It was a terrible mistake, but in her heart she never loved any one except me!” At this point Jordan and I tried to go, but Tom and Gatsby insisted with competitive firmness that we remain—as though neither of them had anything to conceal and it would be a privilege to partake vicariously of their emotions. “Sit down, Daisy,” Tom’s voice groped unsuccessfully for the paternal note. “What’s been going on? I want to hear all about it.” “I told you what’s been going on,” said Gatsby. “Going on for five years—and you didn’t know.” Tom turned to Daisy sharply. “You’ve been seeing this fellow for five years?” “Not seeing,” said Gatsby. “No, we couldn’t meet. But both of us loved each other all that time, old sport, and you didn’t know. I used to laugh sometimes.”—but there was no laughter in his eyes——” to think that you didn’t know.” “Oh—that’s all.” Tom tapped his thick fingers together like a clergyman and leaned back in his chair. “You’re crazy!” he exploded. “I can’t speak about what happened five years ago, because I didn’t know Daisy then—and I’ll be damned if I see how you got within a mile of her unless you brought the groceries to the back door. But all the rest of that’s a God damned lie. Daisy loved me when she married me and she loves me now.” “No,” said Gatsby, shaking his head. “She does, though. The trouble is that sometimes she gets foolish ideas in her head and doesn’t know what she’s doing.” He nodded sagely. “And what’s more, I love Daisy too. Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time.”
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