Tom and I shook hands, the rest of us exchanged a cool nod, and they trotted quickly down the drive, disappearing under the August foliage just as Gatsby, with hat and light overcoat in hand, came out the front door.
Tomi eskua eman nion, besteok buru-makurtu hotz bat egin genion elkarri, eta trostan joan ziren azkar sarbidean behera, abuztuko hosto artean izkutatuz, Gatsby, kapela eta gaineko arin bat eskuan, sarrerako atean azaldu zen unean juxtu-juxtu.