He hadn’t once ceased looking at Daisy, and I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes
when I came in she jumped up and began wiping at it with her handkerchief before a mirror. But there was a change in Gatsby that was simply puzzling. He literally glowed; without a word or a gesture of exultation a new happiness radiated from him
She turned her head as there was a light knocking at the front door. I went out and opened it. Gatsby, pale as death, was standing in a puddle of water glaring tragically into my eyes.