"What say we-- we take the whole day to ourselves, old sport? There are some-- shows in the city of late and I know a lovely place we can go 'round for supper after." He's /nervous/, poor man.
"Haven't you any standing invitations to tend to? Surely your time could be better put to use than to have it spent on my behalf." There are fractures to the baritone of Gatsby's voice. He heard it all, a mumbled rush of words that mustn't have been comprehensible till it were simply too late to draw them in for reconsideration. It's unlike him to be caught with ill-practice. Nick is curious as to why that is.













