The actual shots were few and separated by barren intervals of waiting for that mysterious something which photoplays in production seemed to need.
Being no longer identified with this drama he had lost much of his concern over the fate in store for the girl, though he knew she would emerge from the ordeal as pure as she was beautiful--a bit foolish at moments, perhaps, but good.
He found that he was especially interested in bedroom scenes.

On Stage Four a sumptuous bedroom, vacant for the moment, enchained him for a long period of contemplation.

The bed was of some rare wood ornately carved, with a silken canopy, spread with finest linen and quilts of down, its pillows opulent in their embroidered cases.

The hide of a polar bear, its head mounted with open jaws, spread over the rich rug beside the bed.

He wondered about this interestingly.