Robert Grant Burns wore a light overcoat, which made him look pudgier than ever, and he scowled a good deal over some untidy-looking papers in his hands, and conferred with Pete Lowry in a dissatisfied tone, though his words were indistinguishable.

Muriel Gay watched the two covertly, it seemed to Jean, and she also looked dissatisfied over something.
Burns and the camera man walked down toward the stables, studying the bluff and the immediate surroundings, and still talking together.

Lee Milligan, with his paint-shaded eyes and his rouged lips and heavily pencilled eyebrows, came up and stood close to Muriel, who was sitting now upon the bench near Jean's window.
"Burns ought to cut out those scenes, Gay," he began sympathetically.
"You can't do any more than you did yesterday.

And believe me, you put it over in good style.

I don't see what he wants more than you did." "What he wants," said Muriel Gay dispiritedly, "is for me to pull off stunts like that girl.