“Does the gasoline affect his nose?”
Daisy had told Nick a story in chapter 1 about how the butler had damaged his nose working at a silver factory:
“I’ll tell you a family secret,” she whispered enthusiastically. “It’s about the butler’s nose. Do you want to hear about the butler’s nose?”
“That’s why I came over to-night.”
“Well, he wasn’t always a butler; he used to be the silver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people. He had to polish it from morning till night, until finally it began to affect his nose—”
“Things went from bad to worse,” suggested Miss Baker.
“Yes. Things went from bad to worse, until finally he had to give up his position.”
But now that Nick mentions it again she has no idea what he’s talking about. Which could hint that it was just a made-up story to kill time.
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