“sport shirt” open at the neck, sneakers and duck trousers of a nebulous hue.

“Did we interrupt your exercises?” inquired Daisy politely.

“I was asleep,” cried Mr. Klipspringer, in a spasm of embarrassment. “That is, I'd been asleep. Then I got up� .”

“Klipspringer plays the piano,” said Gatsby, cutting him off. “Don't you, Ewing, old sport?”

“I don't play well. I don't — I hardly play at all. I'm all out of prac — — ”

“We'll go downstairs,” interrupted Gatsby. He flipped a switch. The grey windows disappeared as the house glowed full of light.