What is the tone of this “And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends
whom I scarcely knew at all. Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red-
and-white Georgian Colonial mansion, overlooking the bay. The lawn started at the beach and ran
toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning
gardens - finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the
momentum of its run. The front was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected
gold and wide open to the warm windy afternoon, and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing
with his legs apart on the front porch”