The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald Chapter 2 Page 3

a minute and it was because of this that I first met Tom Buchanan's mistress.

The fact that he had one was insisted upon wherever he was known. His acquaintances resented the fact that he turned up in popular restaurants with her and, leaving her at a table, sauntered about, chatting with whomsoever he knew. Though I was curious to see her I had no desire to meet her — but I did. I went up to New York with Tom on the train one afternoon and when we stopped by the ashheaps he jumped to his feet and taking hold of my elbow literally forced me from the car.

“We're getting off!” he insisted. “I want you to meet my girl.”

I think he'd tanked up a good deal at luncheon and his determination to have my company bordered on violence.