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the shots we made of this girl, yours, in the costumes for ‘The Trail of the Lonesome Pine.'” By this time some deep suspicions were growing in my mind. We went into the little projection room, and there were the shots made up at Lake Arrow- head--the whole set with the mill and the cabins and Sylvia in three or four fitted costumes. It was obvious that she had been definitely counted upon for this picture. She looked glorious. Walter said, “Why don't you let her do it? After all, you know each other pretty well. All this honeymoon stuff-- you can do that anytime. If you want to stay out, why don't you come up to Arrowhead for a week or so and Sylvia will be with you every night.”

I said, “Oh, I'm to be Mr. Sylvia Sidney, great, while she's making a picture.”

Well, I got home and said to Sylvia: “This has all been cooked up behind my back, hasn't it?”

"No, it hasn't,” she said, “I'll tell you now that if you say I should come with you on the boat, I will come.”

I said, “You're really dying to make this picture.” She said, “I'm dying to.”

I said, “Well, what the hell can I say?”

So I came back to New York alone on the plane, and Sylvia went and made “The Trail of the Lonesome Pine,” and on that plane coming home I remember saying to myself, “How much more of this can I take? I'm much too proud a young man and too arrogant. I am not cut out to be the husband of a movie star.”

Sylvia's behavior was absolutely in keeping with her