But the problem of how to pass the night was still before her.

She dared not linger to think it out.

She must go on.

Young gallants gorgeously arrayed were swaggering arm in arm in pursuit of adventure, in plain words in pursuit of women, the prettier the better.

Lavinia had scornfully repelled the advances of more than one and to loiter would but invite further unwelcome attention.
The night was come but fortunately the sky was clear, for the Strand was ill lighted.