Afterward he kept looking at the child with surprise. I don't think he had ever really believed in its existence before.

"Go on. He won't annoy you. I think he realizes that his presumptuous little flirtation is over."

Gatsby stood in the center of the crimson carpet and gazed around with fascinated eyes. Daisy watched him and laughed, her sweet, exciting laugh; a tiny gust of powder rose from her bosom into the air.

Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table.