Perhaps this had been why the costume given him had been not too well fitting, not too nice in detail.

Perhaps this was why they had allowed the cross-eyed man to appear as his valet.
He was quite sure this man would not do as a valet in a high-class picture.

Anyway, however unimportant the scene, he felt that he had acquitted himself with credit.
The Montague girl, who had made him up that morning, with close attention to his eyebrows, watched him from back of the cameras, and she seized both his hands when he left the set.

"You're going to land," she warmly assured him.

"I can tell a trouper when I see one." She was in costume.