Gatsby's Dance

Gatsby asked me to wait until he was free, and I lingered in a garden until the inevitable swimming party had run up. Gatsby wanted nothing less of daisy than that she should go to Tom and say, I never loved you. He dismissed all the dances he had given with the snap of his fingers. The dillatory limzine came rolling up the drive. Goodnight Nick, said Daisy. Her glance left me and sought the lighted top of the steps,. where three o'clock in the morning, a neat, sad little waltz of that year, was drifting out the open door.