He looked carefully at his collar, wondering how many days he would be able to keep it looking like a fresh collar, and he regretted that he had not brought his safety-razor to this new home.

Still the collar was in excellent shape as yet, and a scrutiny of his face in the cracked mirror hanging on the log wall determined that he could go at least another day without shaving.

His beard was of a light growth, gentle in texture, and he was yet far from the plight of Mr.Montague.Eventually, to be sure, he would have to go to the barber shop on the lot and pay money to be shaved, which seemed a pity, because an actor could live indefinitely unshaven but could live without food for the merest fragment of time.
He resolved to be on the lookout that day for a barber-shop set.

He believed they were not common in the photodrama, still one might be found.
He limited himself to the lightest of breakfasts.

He had timidly refrained from counting his silver but he knew he must be frugal.