He was profoundly affected by the fact that Tom was there. But he would be uneasy anyhow until he had given them something, realizing in a vague way that that was all they came for. Mr. Sloane wanted nothing. A lemonade? No, thanks. A little champagne? Nothing at all, thanks� . I'm sorry — —

“Did you have a nice ride?”

“Very good roads around here.”

“I suppose the automobiles — — ”

“Yeah.”

Moved by an irresistible impulse, Gatsby turned to Tom who had accepted the introduction as a stranger.

“I believe we've met somewhere before, Mr. Buchanan.”