His bedroom was the simplest room of all except where the dresser was garnished with a toilet set of pure dull gold. Daisy took the brush with delight, and smoothed her hair, whereupon Gatsby sat down and shaded his eyes and began to laugh. Its the funniest thing, old sport, he said hilariously. I cant When I try to He had passed visibly through two states and was entering upon a third. After his embarrassment and his unreasoning joy he was consumed with wonder at her presence. He had been full of the idea so long, dreamed it right through to the end, waited with his teeth set, so to speak, at an inconceivable pitch of intensity. Now, in the reaction, he was running down like an overwound clock. Recovering himself in a minute he opened for us two hulking patent cabinets which held his massed suits and dressinggowns and ties, and his shirts, piled like bricks in stacks a dozen high.

Ive got a man in England who buys me clothes. He sends over a selection of things at the beginning of each season, spring and fall. He took out a pile of shirts and began throwing them, one by one, before us, shirts of sheer linen and thick silk and fine flannel, which lost their folds as they fell and covered the table in many-colored disarray. While we admired he brought more and the soft rich heap mounted higher shirts with stripes and scrolls and plaids in coral and apple-green and lavender and 71 faint orange, and monograms of Indian blue. Suddenly, with a strained sound, Daisy bent her head into the shirts and began to cry stormily. Theyre such beautiful shirts, she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. It makes me sad because Ive never seen such such beautiful shirts before.

After the house, we were to see the grounds and the swimming-pool, and the hydroplane and the mid-summer flowers but outside Gatsbys window it began to rain again, so we stood in a row looking at the corrugated surface of the Sound. If it wasnt for the mist we could see your home across the bay, said Gatsby. You always have a green light that burns all night at the end of your dock. Daisy put her arm through his abruptly, but he seemed absorbed in what he had just said. Possibly it had occurred to him that the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

I began to walk about the room, examining various indefinite objects in the half darkness. A large photograph of an elderly man in yachting costume attracted me, hung on the wall over his desk. Whos this? That? Thats Mr. Dan Cody, old sport. The name sounded faintly familiar. Hes dead now. He used to be my best friend years ago. There was a small picture of Gatsby, also in yachting costume, on the bureau Gatsby with his head thrown back defiantly taken apparently when he was about eighteen. I adore it, exclaimed Daisy. The pompadour! You never told me you had a pompadour or a yacht. Look at this, said Gatsby quickly. Heres a lot of clippings about you. They stood side by side examining it. I was going to ask to see the rubies when the phone rang, and Gatsby took up the receiver. 72 Yes . well, I cant talk now . I cant talk now, old sport . I said a SMALL town . he must know what a small town is . well, hes no use to us if Detroit is his idea of a small town .