On the screen he capably beamed the fondest admiration, almost reverent in its intensity--and there would appear the still of Merton bidding an emotional farewell to his horse.

The very novelty of it held him for a moment--Gashwiler's Dexter actually on the screen! He was aroused by the hearty laughter of an immense audience.
"It's Parmalee," announced a hoarse neighbour on his right.

"He's imitatin' Harold! Say, the kid's clever!" The laughter continued during the album scene.

He thought of Baird, somewhere in that audience, suffering because his play was made fun of.
He wished he could remind him that scenes were to follow which would surely not be taken lightly.

For himself, he was feeling that at least his strong likeness to Parmalee had been instantly admitted.