McNeil smiled slyly to himself as he bent over his manuscript.

Jones had gone to Maud's side to inquire anxiously after her injury.
"I don't imagine it will amount to much," she said reassuringly.

"Mr.
Goldstein wants me to rest quietly until this afternoon, when our new photo-play is to be produced.

I'm to do the leading part, you know, and he thinks I'll be able by that time to get through all right." Goldstein overheard this and came toward them, rubbing his hands together nervously.
"That seems unwise, Miss Maud," objected Jones.

"To use your foot so soon might make it much worse.