“or any act of God.”

Tom appeared from his oblivion as we were sitting down to supper together. “Do you mind if I eat with some people over here?” he said. “A fellow's getting off some funny stuff.”

“Go ahead,” answered Daisy genially, “And if you want to take down any addresses here's my little gold pencil� .” She looked around after a moment and told me the girl was “common but pretty,” and I knew that except for the half hour she'd been alone with Gatsby she wasn't having a good time.

We were at a particularly tipsy table. That was my fault — Gatsby had been called to the phone and I'd enjoyed these same people only two weeks before. But what had amused me then turned septic on the air now.