"I wouldn't change a line," said Merton. "Don't give in to 'em. Make
'em take it as it is. They might ruin your picture with cheap
stuff."

"Well," the authoress debated, "maybe I'll leave it. I'd especially
hate to give up Westminster Abbey. Of course the scene where she is
struggling with Count Blessingham might easily be made offensive--
it's a strong scene--but it all comes right. You remember she
wrenches herself loose from his grasp and rushes to throw herself
before the altar, which suddenly lights up, and the scoundrel is
afraid to pursue her there, because he had a thorough religious
training when a boy at Oxford, and he feels it would be sacrilegious
to seize her again while the light from the altar shines upon her
that way, and so she's saved for the time being. It seems kind of a
shame not to use Westminster Abbey for a really big scene like that,
don't you think?"

"I should say so!" agreed Merton warmly. "They build plenty of sets
as big as that. Keep it in!"

"Well, I'll take your advice. And I shan't give up trying with my
other ones. And I'm writing to another set of people--see here." She
took from her handbag a clipped advertisement which she read to
Merton in the fading light, holding it close to her keen little
eyes. "Listen! 'Five thousand photoplay ideas needed. Working girl
paid ten thousand dollars for ideas she had thought worthless. Yours
may be worth more. Experience unnecessary. Information free.
Producers' League 562, Piqua, Ohio.' Doesn't that sound encouraging?
And it isn't as if I didn't have some experience. I've been writing
scenarios for two years now."