1 Gatsby's butler was suddenly standing beside us.
2 I wonder if it'd be too much trouble to have the butler send them on.
3 With scarcely a word said, four of us, the chauffeur, butler, gardener and I, hurried down to the pool.
4 She got up slowly, raising her eyebrows at me in astonishment, and followed the butler toward the house.
5 I sat down for a few minutes with my head in my hands, until I heard the phone taken up inside and the butler's voice calling a taxi.
6 Wondering if he were sick I went over to find out--an unfamiliar butler with a villainous face squinted at me suspiciously from the door.
7 The butler came back and murmured something close to Tom's ear whereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair and without a word went inside.
8 At two o'clock Gatsby put on his bathing suit and left word with the butler that if any one phoned word was to be brought to him at the pool.
9 Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train.
10 Well, he wasn't always a butler; he used to be the silver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people.
11 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.
12 When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me.
13 When the butler brought back Wolfshiem's answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful solidarity between Gatsby and me against them all.
14 The butler gave me his office address on Broadway and I called Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone.
15 No telephone message arrived but the butler went without his sleep and waited for it until four o'clock--until long after there was any one to give it to if it came.
16 There was a machine in the kitchen which could extract the juice of two hundred oranges in half an hour, if a little button was pressed two hundred times by a butler's thumb.