 flushed slightly, his eyes leaking isolated and unpunctual tears. He had reached an age where death no longer has the quality of ghastly surprise, and when he looked around him now for the first time and saw the height and splendour of the hall and the great rooms opening out from it into other rooms, his grief began to be mixed with an awed pride. I helped him to a bedroom upstairs; while he took off his coat and vest I told him that all arrangements had been deferred until he came.  “I didn’t know what you’d want, Mr. Gatsby—”  “Gatz is my name.”  “—Mr. Gatz. I thought you might want to take the body West.”  He shook his head.  “Jimmy always liked it better down East. He rose up to his position in the East. Were you a friend of my boy’s, Mr.—?”  “We were close friends.”  “He had a big future before him, you know. He was only a young man, but he had a lot of brain power here.”  He touched his head impressively, and I nodded.  “If he’d of lived, he’d of been a great man. A man like James J. Hill. He’d of helped build up the country.”  “That’s true,” I said, uncomfortably.  He fumbled at the embroidered coverlet, trying to take it from the bed, and lay down stiffly—was instantly asleep.  That night an obviously frightened person called up, and demanded to know who I was before he would give his name.  “This is Mr. Carraway,” I said.  “Oh!” He sounded relieved. “This is Klipspringer.”  I was relieved too, for that seemed to promise another friend at Gatsby’s grave. I didn’t want it to be in the papers and draw a sightseeing crowd, so I’d been calling up a few people myself. They were hard to find.  “The funeral’s tomorrow,” I said. “Three o’clock, here at the house. I wish you’d tell anybody who’d be interested.”  “Oh, I will,” he broke out hastily. “Of course I’m not likely to see anybody, but if I do.”  His tone made me suspicious.  “Of course you’ll be there yourself.”  “Well, I’ll certainly try. What I called up about is—”  “Wait a minute,” I interrupted. “How about saying you’ll come?”  “Well, the fact is—the truth of the matter is that I’m staying with some people up here in Greenwich, and they rather expect me to be with them tomorrow. In fact, there’s a sort of picnic or something. Of course I’ll do my best to get away.”  I ejaculated an unrestrained “Huh!” and he must have heard me, for he went on nervously:  “What I called up about was a pair of shoes I left there. I wonder if it’d be too much trouble to have the butler send them on. You see, they