Gatsby and the Butler

The nature of Mr. Tostoff's composition eluded me because just as it began, my eyes fell on Gatsby standing alone on the marble steps and looking from one group to another with approving eyes. I could see nothing sinister about him. When the jazz history of the world was over, girls were putting their heads on men's shoulders in a puppyish convivial way. Girls were swooning backward, playfully into men's arms, even into groups, knowing that someone would arrest their fault. But no one swooned backward on Gats by. An o' French bob touch Gatsby's shoulder,. No singing quartets were formed with Gatsby