I stared out the window as Nick’s house came into view. I saw Nick
open his door and come down to my car.
“Is this absolutely where you live, my dearest one?” This
requested meeting was quite suspicious; I was instructed not to bring my
husband. Nick graciously offered his hand to help me out of my car.
“Are you in love with me,” I whispered to him, “or why did I have
to come alone?”
“That’s the secret of Castle Rackrent. Tell your chauffer to go
far away and spend an hour.”
I turned to my chauffer, “Come back in an hour Ferdie.” then to
Nick, “His name is Ferdie.”
“Does the gasoline affect his nose?” asked Nick. That was a silly
question. “I don’t think so. Why?”
We went in the house and he led me to the living room
The room contained a small coffee table, surrounded by a sofa and
2 stiff chairs. On the far wall was a small fireplace. I thought the room was
quaint but classy.
There was a knock at the door and Nick left the room to go answer
it. A minute later, JAY GATSBY walks in. I was shocked; I hadn’t seen him in
years. Before I had even known my husband. This as a VERY unexpected surprise.
Was this why I had to come alone? Did Nick know about our past? Why was he
here? I was panicking, my thoughts were in disarray,
but I managed to put on a composed Façade. With forced calm, I sat, and managed
to squeak out:
“I certainly an awfully glad to see you again.”
What would his response be? Would he bring up our past? Would he
explain himself? There was only silence. Jay looked very uncomfortable. He
leaned against the mantel, hands in pockets, trying to look calm. His unease
soothed me a little. It was reassuring that he appeared to be as nervous as I
was.
“We’ve met before,” he muttered, addressing Nick, who had entered
the room behind me. So Nick didn’t know. Jay tried to laugh and caused
the clock behind his head to tip, almost managing to drop over the edge before
he whirled around to catch it. After he put it back in place, he walked to the
sofa, opposite of me, and sat, still looking uncomfortable and nervous.
“I’m sorry about the clock,” he said.
Nick seemed flustered, “It’s an old clock,” he blurted.
“We haven’t met for many years,” I said, trying to break the
silence.
“Five years next November,” Jay replies, quickly, automatically.
Nick, frenetic, suggested we help him
make tea in the kitchen, but just as we got to our feet, Finn brought some in.
There was a gladly received frenzy of tea cups and little pastries.
Nick and I began talking, but I couldn’t help but notice Gatsby glancing between
us with tense, unhappy eyes. Soon enough, Nick made a quick excuse and tried to
duck out of the room.
“Where are you going?” the frightened edge to his voice stopped Nick
quickly in his tracks.
He turned around “I’ll be back.”
"I’ve got to speak to you about something before you go.”
They both disappeared behind the closed door.
This scene takes place
on p. 85-87