“Almost at the moment when Mr Gatsby identified himself, a butler hurried toward him with the information that Chicago was calling him on the wire. He excused himself with a small bow that included each of us in turn. «If you want anything just ask for it, old sport,» he urged me.
«Excuse me. I will rejoin you later.»
When he was gone I turned immediately to Jordan — constrained to assure her of my surprise. I had expected that Mr Gatsby would be a florid and corpulent person in his middle years.”