The Great Gatsby
"I wanted to get somebody for him. I wanted to go into the room where he lay and reassure him: "I’ll get somebody for you, Gatsby. Don’t worry. Just trust me and I'll get somebody for you–" (9.11)
[Klipspringer’s] tone made me suspicious.
"Of course you’ll be there yourself." "Well, I’ll certainly try. What I called up about is—"
"Wait a minute," I interrupted. "How about saying you’ll come?"
"Well, the fact is—the truth of the matter is that I’m staying with some people up here in Greenwich, and they rather expect me to be with them to-morrow. In fact, there’s a sort of picnic or something. Of course I’ll do my very best to get away."
I ejaculated an unrestrained "Huh!" and he must have heard me, for he went on nervously: "What I called up about was a pair of shoes I left there. I wonder if it’d be too much trouble to have the butler send them on. You see, they’re tennis shoes, and I’m sort of helpless without them. My address is care of B. F. –"
I didn’t hear the rest of the name, because I hung up the receiver. (9.58-65)
We straggled down quickly through the rain to the cars. Owl-eyes spoke to me by the gate.
"I couldn't get to the house," he remarked.
"Neither could anybody else."
"Go on!" He started. "Why, my God! they used to go there by the hundreds."
He took off his glasses and wiped them again, outside and in.
"The poor son-of-a-bitch," he said. (9.114-119)