“She’s lovely,” said Daisy.

“The man bending over her is her director.”

He took them ceremoniously from group to group:

“ Mrs. Buchanan⁠ ⁠… and Mr. Buchanan⁠—” After an instant’s hesitation he added: “the polo player.”

“Oh no,” objected Tom quickly, “not me.”

But evidently the sound of it pleased Gatsby for Tom remained “the polo player” for the rest of the evening.

“I’ve never met so many celebrities,” Daisy exclaimed. “I liked that man⁠—what was his name?⁠—with the sort of blue nose.”

Gatsby identified him, adding that he was a small producer.