Великий Гэтсби

           Iwentin—aftermakingeverypossiblenoiseinthekitchen,shortofpushingoverthestove—butIdon’tbelievetheyheardasound.Theyweresittingateitherendofthecouch,lookingateachotherasifsomequestionhadbeenasked,orwasintheair,andeveryvestigeofembarrassmentwasgone.Daisy’sfacewassmearedwithtears,andwhenIcameinshejumpedupandbeganwipingatitwithherhandkerchiefbeforeamirror.ButtherewasachangeinGatsbythatwassimplyconfounding.Heliterallyglowed;withoutawordoragestureofexultationanewwell-beingradiatedfromhimandfilledthelittleroom.

           "Oh,hello,oldsport,"hesaid,asifhehadn’tseenmeforyears.Ithoughtforamomenthewasgoingtoshakehands.

           "It’sstoppedraining."

           "Hasit?"WhenherealizedwhatIwastalkingabout,thatthereweretwinkle-bellsofsunshineintheroom,hesmiledlikeaweatherman,likeanecstaticpatronofrecurrentlight,andrepeatedthenewstoDaisy."Whatdoyouthinkofthat?It’sstoppedraining."

           "I’mglad,Jay."Herthroat,fullofaching,grievingbeauty,toldonlyofherunexpectedjoy.

           "IwantyouandDaisytocomeovertomyhouse,"hesaid,"I’dliketoshowheraround."

           "You’resureyouwantmetocome?"

           "Absolutely,oldsport."

           Daisywentup-stairstowashherface—toolateIthoughtwithhumiliationofmytowels—whileGatsbyandIwaitedonthelawn.