The Importance of Sleeping All Night

Gatsby's house had never seemed so enormous to me as it did that night when we hunted through the great rooms for cigarettes. Daisy and Tom were sitting opposite each other at the kitchen table with a plate of cold-fried chicken between them and two bottles of ale. There was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture, and anybody would have said that they were conspiring together. I waited until four o'clock she came to the window and stood there for a minute before turning out the light.