He could see that.
He stayed late with Baird and his staff one night and a scene of the prodigal's return to the door of the little home was shot in a blinding snow-storm.

Baird warmly congratulated the mechanics who contrived the storm, and was enthusiastic over the acting of the hero.

Through the wintry blast he staggered, half falling, to reach the door where he collapsed.

The light caught the agony on his pale face.

He lay a moment, half-fainting, then reached up a feeble hand to the knob of the door.
It was one of the annoyances incident to screen art that he could not go in at that moment to finish his great scene.