About five o'clock our procession of three cars reached the cemetery and stopped in a thick drizzle beside the gate-first a motor hearse, horribly black and wet, then Mr. Gatz and the minister and I in the limousine, and a little later four or five servants and the postman from West Egg, in Gatsby's station wagon, all wet to the skin.
Bostak aldera hiru autoko gure segizioa hilerrira iritsi zen eta ate ondoan geratu zen sirimiri usu baten pean: lehenbizi hilauto bat, bel-beltza eta txipatua, gero Mr. Gatz, pastorea eta hirurok limousinean eta geroxeago zerbitzariak eta West Eggeko postaria, Gatsbyren furgonetan, denak txipatuak.