Henshaw was now speaking in low tones to the group, and presently Vera Vanderpool did a transition.

The mad light of pleasure died from her eyes and the smile froze on her beautiful mouth.

A look almost of terror came into her eyes, followed by a pathetic lift of the upper lip.
She stared intently above the camera.

She was beholding some evil thing far from that palace of revels.
"Now they'll cut back to the tenement-house stuff they shot last week," explained the Spanish girl.
"Tenement house ?" queried Merton.

"But I thought the story would be that she falls in love with a man from the great wind-swept spaces out West, and goes out there to live a clean open life with him--that's the way I thought it would be--out there where she could forget the blight of Broadway." "No, Mercer never does Western stuff.