“I'm going to drain the pool today, Mr. Gatsby. Leaves'll start falling pretty soon and then there's always trouble with the pipes.”

“Don't do it today,” Gatsby answered. He turned to me apologetically. “You know, old sport, I've never used that pool all summer?”

I looked at my watch and stood up.

“Twelve minutes to my train.”

I didn't want to go to the city. I wasn't worth a decent stroke of work but it was more than that — I didn't want to leave Gatsby. I missed that train, and then another, before I could get myself away.

“I'll call you up,” I said finally.

“Do, old sport.”