Chapter Five
Nick meets Jordan for lunch in the afternoon and they sit down together. It isn't long before Jordan begins telling him what she knows about Gatsby.
Jordan: I don't know how I didn't recognize him earlier. I should have realized he was the same boy Daisy used to always hang out with back in 1917. We thought she was having just another casual fling, since she seemed so happy to be engaged to Tom. So, you can guess how shocking it was when I found her crying her room half an hour before the wedding. She was holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a letter in the other. She seemed like she was drunk, so I called a maid for help and together we calmed her down and took her to the bath. I wanted so badly to see what was on the letter, but she wouldn't let go of it, even as it turned into a soggy lump in the water.
She was happy again after the marriage and if memory serves me correctly, she gave birth to Pamela the following year. I never got to see her much until now, so I guess that's why I didn't give that incident much thought.
Nick: An interesting story indeed, Jordan. I guess it's a coincidence that he ended up living on the opposite side of the lake to Daisy, huh?
Jordan: No way. He definitely bought that house so he could be closer to her.
Nick: I still think it's awfully convenient that there just happened to be a huge mansion waiting to be taken by him.
Jordan: By the way, this reminds me, he wants to know whether you're willing to invite Daisy to your place for tea so that he can meet her.
Nick: What?
Jordan: I know it sounds weird, Nick. But it's also kind of romantic if you think about it. Just the way he still wants her after all these years, even though she's married with a kid.
Nick: It still seems a bit much. Couldn't he have asked to use your house, since you're supposed to be her best friend?
Jordan: Don't be silly. Your house is right next door to his.
Nick: Oh!
Jordan: He probably threw all those parties in the hope that she would wander in like a lost sheep, but it never happened, so he decided to ask her close acquaintances. Naturally, I was one of the first people to come to his mind.
Nick: I have just one more question, Jordan. Does Daisy want to see him as well?
Jordan: I don't know. You just need to invite her to tea. How she reacts to seeing him there, is anyone's guess.
That night, Nick visits Gatsby to discuss the plans involving Daisy.
Gatsby: Good evening, old sport.
Nick: Your place looks like the World's Fair.
Gatsby. That's the idea. How about we go to Coney Island together? In my car.
Nick: It's too late for that.
Gatsby: Then how about a dip in the swimming pool?
Nick: No, listen. I just had a long talk with Miss Baker. I'm going to call Daisy tomorrow and invite her to my place for tea. Which day would suit you?
Gatsby: How about the day after tomorrow? I need time to get the lawn cut.
Nick: Day after tomorrow it is then. Is there anything you want to tell me before I go?
Gatsby: Oh, yes. You see, I run a little business on the side since I can't rely on my inheritance forever. You sell bonds, don't you, old sport?
Nick: I try.
Gatsby: Well, I have an offer that might interest you. It won't take up much time at all and the pay will be good. Plus, it's completely confidential. You won't have to worry about the police coming for you.
Nick: Sorry, but my hands are full. I don't think I can take on any more work...
Nick turns to leave through the front door of the mansion so that he can return to the refuge of his rented house. He remembers to call Daisy the next morning.
Nick: ...And one more thing, Daisy. Don't bring Tom with you.
Daisy: Don't bring Tom? Oh Nick, you really do have feelings for me! I'll come over tomorrow afternoon, just like you want me to!
Nick cringes and hangs up. On the promised day, Gatsby arrives accompanied by a team of gardeners. The gardeners get to work trimming Nick's lawn while he and Gatsby go inside. Nick lays a plate of lemon slices down on the tea table. Time passes and Gatsby grows impatient. He checks his watch.
Gatsby: Why isn't she here yet? The Daisy I know would never be late for a date with me!
Nick: Relax, it's only two minutes to four.
Gatsby lowers his head in despair just as a car engine sounds outside in the pouring rain. Nick looks through the window to see Daisy emerging from the car with an umbrella and feels relieved. He goes to the door to welcome her in.
Daisy: Is this where you live, Nick?
Nick: Yes, it is.
Daisy: You must really be in love with me if you redecorated for my sake!
Nick: Yes, yes...just come in. There's a surprise for you inside.
They enter the house to find that Gatsby has disappeared.
Nick: That's funny...
Daisy: What's funny?
Nick: He was here just a moment ago. Where could he have gone?
There is a knock at the front door and Nick rushes to open it. He sees Gatsby standing outside cold and drenched and wonders how the man got outside without him knowing. Daisy stares at Gatsby in awe.
Daisy: I'm so glad to see you again...
Gatsby: I believe we've met before...
The ringing of a clock interrupts the intimate moment. Gatsby walks over and smashes it in frustration, before turning to Nick and Daisy, a smile back on his face.
Gatsby: I'm very sorry about the clock.
Nick: Oh, don't worry. It was pretty old anyway.
Daisy: Jay, we haven't seen each other for such a long time...
Gatsby: I know, it's been five years...
Nick realizes that he is simply getting in the way of the couple and excuses himself. To his surprise, Gatsby begins to follow him out of the room.
Gatsby: We need to talk, old sport. I've just realized that this was all a terrible mistake.
Nick: You're just embarrassed. If it makes you feel any better, Daisy is probably the same way.
Gatsby: Daisy? Embarrassed?
Nick: Well, she's human too. You should go back in there. It's rude to keep her waiting like that.
Gatsby: Whatever you say...
Gatsby goes back into the living room, while Nick heads out to the backyard to look at the trees and flowers for a while. When he goes back inside, he sees Daisy in tears on the couch. She dries her face with a handkerchief while Gatsby offers to take them to his house so that he can show her around.
Gatsby: Doesn't my house look great?
Nick: Yes, it looks splendid indeed.
Gatsby: I'm glad you think so, old sport. It took me three years to earn the money that bought it.
Nick: I thought you said that you inherited your money.
Gatsby: I did. It's just that I lost most of it in the Great War.
Daisy wanders excitedly from a side room and runs towards Gatsby.
Daisy: This house is so big. I don't know how you can stand to live in it all alone!
Gatsby: Well, I fill it with interesting people whenever I can.
Nick, Daisy and Gatsby head upstairs and they end up in Gatsby's bedroom, where two large cabinets stand by the wall. Gatsby opens them up and shows off his extensive collection of suits, dressing gowns, ties and shirts. Daisy gasps in awe.
Gatsby: I've got a man in England who supplies me with new clothes every season. I doubt I'll ever get around to wearing them all.
Gatsby grabs some shirts and tosses them towards Daisy while she laughs. He does this repeatedly until the floor is an ocean of shirts and ties, with Daisy struggling to stay afloat. She begins to sob quietly.
Gatsby: Is anything wrong, darling?
Daisy: I'm fine. It's just that I've never seen such beautiful shirts before...
Gatsby puts his arm around her, and she uses it for support while pulling herself out of the sea of clothes. The two of them stumble out of the bedroom and into the hallway, where several photos and paintings hang. Nick watches them admire each piece of artwork, a feeling of accomplishment growing in his chest. Afterwards, he joins them in attending a private performance by the pianist Klipspringer. He tries his best to ignore the musician's drunken, out of tune singing.
Klipspringer eventually grows exhausted and passes out at the piano. Daisy and Gatsby smile blissfully at each other, before making their way back to the bedroom and leaving Nick alone. Realizing that there is nothing more for him to do, Nick decides the time has finally come for him to go home.
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