"You don't?" he cried incredulously. "You don't know what you
did? You moved! How are they going to get my face if you move?
Don't you know enough to hold a picture and not ruin it by
moving?"

"There was a movement written for that cue," she said, a little
tremulously. "The business in the script is, 'Showing that she
is touched by Roderick's nobleness, lifts handkerchief impulsive
gesture to eyes.'"

"Not," he shouted, "not during the SMILE!"

"Oh!" she cried remorsefully. "Have I done that again?"

"'Again!' I don't know how many times you've done it!" He flung
his arms wide, with hands outspread and fingers vibrating. "You
do it every time you get the chance! You do it perpetually! You
don't do anything else! It's all you live for!"

He hurled his manuscript violently at the table, Packer making a
wonderful pick-up catch of it just as it touched the floor.

"That's all!" And the unhappy artist sank into the chair in a
crumpled stupor.

"Ten o'clock to-morrow morning, ladies and gentlemen!" Packer
called immediately, with brisk cheerfulness. "Please notice:
to-morrow's rehearsal is in the morning. Ten o'clock to-morrow
morning!"