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Pictures and Pictvrepuer
FEBRUARY 1924
Reading downwards : Two artistic poses.
Hilda Bayley as " Simonetta" in
"Carnival;" and Hilda with Stewart Rome
in " The Woman Who Obeyed."
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or the first moment I was dazzled.
Out of the grey of a Kensington
afternoon I had passed in one step
into a fairyland of the Orient.
Gold and orange and purple rioted in
a sea of Tyrean blue, and the soft light
played upon masses of flowers.
" Good afternoon," said a voice from the shadows, and I turned round with a start. I had not been conscious of her presence, and even now when I looked at her I could scarcely believe that this dark-haired, dark-eyed figure was really the English screen actress that I had come to see. She looked like a spirit out of her own beloved Eastern lore.
" Are you — is it — Miss Bayley?" I asked a little nervously. She is petite and frail, but there is a certain dignity in her bearing which cannot but command awe. To tell the truth she frightened me a little. I suppose I showed it, for she smiled and pushed forward a carved oak chair, and begged me to sit down.
" Don't say you are afraid of me too," she said. " You know I have a simply
rather a shock for the moment. You seemed so much a part of all this," and I waved my hand in the direction of the Eastern rugs and hangings.
" I hope you like it," said Hilda. "Of course. I just love it," I answered. Her face brightened. " Eastern mythology is one of my pet hobbies " she
terrible reputation amongst my public, and I can't think why. Such a lot of them seem to regard me as a really awful person. I am always getting letters begging me to turn round and reform and lead a virtuous life. I suppose it's the parts I've played — vamps you know, and shady ladies of worse than no occupation."
I sank into the chair and warmed my hands by the crackling fire. " It wasn't that," said I apologetically, " it was just — well, you gave mc