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At first I thought it was another party. But there wasn't a sound. Only wind in the trees which blew the wires. My taxi went away and I saw Gatsby. He was walking toward me across his lawn.

“Your place looks like the world's fair,” I said.

“Does it?” He turned his eyes toward it absently. “Let's go to Coney Island, old sport. In my automobile.”

“It's too late.”

“Well, then maybe a swimming pool? I haven't used it all summer.”

“I've got to go to bed.”

“All right.”

He waited, looking at me.

“I talked with Miss Baker,” I said after a moment. “I'm going to call up Daisy tomorrow and invite her over here to tea.”

“Oh, that's all right,” he said carelessly. “I don't want to put you to any trouble.”

“What day would suit you?”

“What day would suit YOU?” he corrected me quickly. “I don't want to put you to any trouble, you see.”

“How about the day after tomorrow?” He considered for a moment. Then, with reluctance:

“I want to get the grass cut,” he said.

We both looked at the grass. I suspected that he meant my grass.

“There's another little thing,” he said uncertainly, and hesitated.

“So maybe later?” I asked.

“Oh, it isn't about that. At least… Why, I thought – why, look here, old sport, you don't make much money, do you?”

“Not very much.”

This reassured him and he continued more confidently.

“I thought you didn't, if you'll pardon my – you see, I carry on a little business, you understand. And I thought that if you don't make very much – you're selling bonds, aren't you, old sport?”