In a lull in the siege, by a connivance of the elders, Judith is let out of a little door in the wall.

And while the fortune of her people is most desperate she is shown in the quiet shelter of the tent of Holofernes.

Sinuous in grace, tranced, passionately in love, she has forgotten her peculiar task.

She is in a sense Bethulia itself, the race of Israel made over into a woman, while Holofernes is the embodiment of the besieging army.

Though in a quiet tent, and on the terms of love, it is the essential warfare of the hot Assyrian blood and the pure and peculiar Jewish thoroughbredness.
Blanche Sweet as Judith is indeed dignified and ensnaring, the more so because in her abandoned quarter of an hour the Jewish sanctity does not leave her.