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1I went in--after making every possible noise in the kitchen, short of pushing over the stove--but I don't believe they
2heard a sound. They were sitting at either end of the couch, looking at each other as if some question had been asked,
3or was in the air, and every vestige of embarrassment was gone. Daisy's face was smeared with tears, and when I came in
4she jumped up and began wiping at it with her handkerchief before a mirror. But there was a change in Gatsby that was
5simply confounding. He literally glowed; without a word or a gesture of exultation a new well-being radiated from him
6and filled the little room. "Oh, hello, old sport," he said, as if he hadn't seen me for years. I thought for a moment
7he was going to shake hands. "It's stopped raining." "Has it?" When he realized what I was talking about, that there
8were twinkle-bells of sunshine in the room, he smiled like a weather man, like an ecstatic patron of recurrent light,
9and repeated the news to Daisy. "What do you think of that? It's stopped raining." "I'm glad, Jay." Her throat, full of
10aching, grieving beauty, told only of her unexpected joy. "I want you and Daisy to come over to my house," he said, "I'd
11like to show her around." "You're sure you want me to come?" "Absolutely, old sport." Daisy went upstairs to wash her
12face--too late I thought with humiliation of my towels--while Gatsby and I waited on the lawn. "My house looks well,
13doesn't it?" he demanded. "See how the whole front of it catches the light." I agreed that it was splendid. "Yes." His
14eyes went over it, every arched door and square tower. "It took me just three years to earn the money that bought it."
15"I thought you inherited your money." "I did, old sport," he said automatically, "but I lost most of it in the big
16panic--the panic of the war." I think he hardly knew what he was saying, for when I asked him what business he was in he
17answered: "That's my affair," before he realized that it wasn't an appropriate reply. "Oh, I've been in several things,"
18he corrected himself. "I was in the drug business and then I was in the oil business. But I'm not in either one now." He
19looked at me with more attention. "Do you mean you've been thinking over what I proposed the other night?" Before I
20could answer, Daisy came out of the house and two rows of brass buttons on her dress gleamed in the sunlight. "That huge
21place there?" she cried pointing. "Do you like it?" "I love it, but I don't see how you live there all alone." "I keep
22it always full of interesting people, night and day. People who do interesting things. Celebrated people." Instead of
23taking the shortcut along the Sound we went down to the road and entered by the big postern. With enchanting murmurs
24Daisy admired this aspect or that of the feudal silhouette against the sky, admired the gardens, the sparkling odour of
25jonquils and the frothy odour of hawthorn and plum blossoms and the pale gold odour of kiss-me-at-the-gate. It was
26strange to reach the marble steps and find no stir of bright dresses in and out the door, and hear no sound but bird
27voices in the trees. And inside, as we wandered through Marie Antoinette music-rooms and Restoration Salons, I felt that
28there were guests concealed behind every couch and table, under orders to be breathlessly silent until we had passed
29through. As Gatsby closed the door of "the Merton College Library" I could have sworn I heard the owl-eyed man break
30into ghostly laughter. We went upstairs, through period bedrooms swathed in rose and lavender silk and vivid with new
31flowers, through dressing-rooms and poolrooms, and bathrooms with sunken baths--intruding into one chamber where a
32dishevelled man in pyjamas was doing liver exercises on the floor. It was Mr. Klipspringer, the "boarder." I had seen
33him wandering hungrily about the beach that morning. Finally we came to Gatsby's own apartment, a bedroom and a bath,
34and an Adam's study, where we sat down and drank a glass of some Chartreuse he took from a cupboard in the wall. He
35hadn't once ceased looking at Daisy, and I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of
36response it drew from her well-loved eyes. Sometimes too, he stared around at his possessions in a dazed way, as though
37in her actual and astounding presence none of it was any longer real. Once he nearly toppled down a flight of stairs.
38His bedroom was the simplest room of all--except where the dresser was garnished with a toilet set of pure dull gold.
39Daisy took the brush with delight, and smoothed her hair, whereupon Gatsby sat down and shaded his eyes and began to
40laugh. "It's the funniest thing, old sport," he said hilariously. "I can't--When I try to--" He had passed visibly
41through two states and was entering upon a third. After his embarrassment and his unreasoning joy he was consumed with
42wonder at her presence. He had been full of the idea so long, dreamed it right through to the end, waited with his teeth
43set, so to speak, at an inconceivable pitch of intensity. Now, in the reaction, he was running down like an over-wound
44clock. Recovering himself in a minute he opened for us two hulking patent cabinets which held his massed suits and
45dressing-gowns and ties, and his shirts, piled like bricks in stacks a dozen high. "I've got a man in England who buys
46me clothes. He sends over a selection of things at the beginning of each season, spring and fall." He took out a pile of
47shirts and began throwing them, one by one, before us, shirts of sheer linen and thick silk and fine flannel, which lost
48their folds as they fell and covered the table in many-coloured disarray. While we admired he brought more and the soft
49rich heap mounted higher--shirts with stripes and scrolls and plaids in coral and apple-green and lavender and faint
50orange, with monograms of indian blue. Suddenly, with a strained sound, Daisy bent her head into the shirts and began to
51cry stormily. "They're such beautiful shirts," she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. "It makes me sad
52because I've never seen such--such beautiful shirts before."
53------------------------------------------------------------------------ After the house, we were to see the grounds and
54the swimming pool, and the hydroplane, and the midsummer flowers--but outside Gatsby's window it began to rain again, so
55we stood in a row looking at the corrugated surface of the Sound. "If it wasn't for the mist we could see your home
56across the bay," said Gatsby. "You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock." Daisy put
57her arm through his abruptly, but he seemed absorbed in what he had just said. Possibly it had occurred to him that the
58colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. Compared to the great distance that had separated him from
59Daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was
60again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one. I began to walk about the room,
61examining various indefinite objects in the half darkness. A large photograph of an elderly man in yachting costume
62attracted me, hung on the wall over his desk. "Who's this?" "That? That's Mr. Dan Cody, old sport." The name sounded
63faintly familiar. "He's dead now. He used to be my best friend years ago." There was a small picture of Gatsby, also in
64yachting costume, on the bureau--Gatsby with his head thrown back defiantly--taken apparently when he was about
65eighteen. "I adore it," exclaimed Daisy. "The pompadour! You never told me you had a pompadour--or a yacht." "Look at
66this," said Gatsby quickly. "Here's a lot of clippings--about you." They stood side by side examining it. I was going to
67ask to see the rubies when the phone rang, and Gatsby took up the receiver. "Yes … Well, I can't talk now … I can't talk
68now, old sport … I said a small town … He must know what a small town is … Well, he's no use to us if Detroit is his
69idea of a small town …" He rang off. "Come here quick!" cried Daisy at the window. The rain was still falling, but the
70darkness had parted in the west, and there was a pink and golden billow of foamy clouds above the sea. "Look at that,"
71she whispered, and then after a moment: "I'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you
72around."
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