Perhaps
this had been why the costume given him had been not too well
fitting, not too nice in detail. Perhaps this was why they had
allowed the cross-eyed man to appear as his valet. He was quite sure
this man would not do as a valet in a high-class picture. Anyway,
however unimportant the scene, he felt that he had acquitted himself
with credit.
The Montague girl, who had made him up that morning, with close
attention to his eyebrows, watched him from back of the cameras, and
she seized both his hands when he left the set. "You're going to
land," she warmly assured him. "I can tell a trouper when I see
one."
She was in costume. She was apparently doing the part of a society
girl, though slightly overdressed, he thought.
"We're working on another set for this same picture," she explained,
"but I simply had to catch you acting. You'll probably be over with
us to-morrow. But you're through for the day, so beat it and have a
good time."
"Couldn't I come over and watch you?"
"No, Baird doesn't like to have his actors watching things they
ain't in; he told me specially that you weren't to be around except
when you're working.
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