Her face was not one to be forgotten, and to judge by her tremble of a smile, she remembered him instantly.
They were soon conversing, each helping to paint the scene of the place where they had met.
'Lord Fleetwood has married me,' she said.
Gower bent his head; all stood silent.
'May I ?' said Madge to her.

'It is Lord Fleetwood's wedded wife, sir.
He drove her from her uncle's, on her wedding day, the day of a prize-fight, where I was; he told me to wait on his lady at an inn there, as I 've done and will.

He drove away that evening, and he hasn't'-- the girl's black eyebrows worked: 'I've not seen him since.
He's a great nobleman, yes.

He left his lady at the inn, expenses paid.
He left her with no money.

She stayed on till her heart was breaking.
She has come to London to find him.