Do like I said, now.

Lights, camera!" Merton Gill drew upon his cigarette with the utmost disrelish, raised the cold eyes of a disillusioned man to the face of the leering Montague girl, turned aside from her with every sign of apathy, and wearily exhaled the smoke.

There seemed to be but this one pleasure left to him.
"Cut!" said Henshaw, and somewhere lights jarred off.

"Just stick there a bit, Miss Montague.

We'll have a couple more shots when the dancing begins." Merton resented this change.