Upon this the actor arose, spread his arms wide in a gesture of humorous helplessness.

He held this briefly, then drooped in humorous despair.
He lighted another cigarette, eyed the letters with that whimsical lift of the brows so characteristic of Parmalee, and lazily blew smoke toward them.

Then, regarding the smoke, he idly waved a hand through it.

"Poor, silly little girls!" But there was a charming tolerance in his manner.
One felt his generous recognition that they were not wholly without provocation.
This appeared to close the simple episode.

The scenes, to be sure, had not been shot without delays and rehearsals, and a good two hours of the morning had elapsed before the actor was released from the glare of light and the need to remember that he was Harold Parmalee.