“Anyway, Daisy ought to have something in her life,” I said, looking away. “Will you arrange the meeting?” “Does she want to see Gatsby?” Of course she did. The moment I had told her he existed, the moment she knew he wanted her, she had been ready to fly to him. The only thing that stopped her was the fact that Gatsby wanted things done just so, fitting into some story that made me wary and intrigued Daisy.
