I was on my way to get roaring drunk from sheer embarrassment when Jordan Baker came out of the house and stood at the head of the marble steps, leaning a little backward and looking with contemptuous interest down into the garden.
Lotsa hutsez arras mozkortzeko bidean nintzen Jordan Baker etxetik atera eta marmolezko eskaileren buruan azaldu eta atzeraka piska bat okerturik jardinera erdeinuzko jarrera arretatsuaz begiratuz geratu zenean.