Your Mr.Gay seems to be taking a mighty deal of notice of you.

I only hope it'll all end well," said Hannah with a solemn shake of the head.
"End well?
Indeed it will.

Why shouldn't it ?" Lavinia laughed confidently, and her joyful tone and her face so bright with its contrast with her desolate condition brought a furtive tear to Hannah's eye, but she took care not to let the girl see it.
The morning had broken fair and by seven o'clock Lavinia was trudging along Holborn on her way to Hampstead through what is known now as Tottenham Court Road, then little more than a wide country lane.
At Great Turnstile she lingered and her eyes wandered down the narrow passage.

Great Turnstile led to Lincoln's Inn Fields, and in Portugal Row on the south side of the "Fields" was the Duke's Theatre.
Association of ideas was too strong to be resisted.

Thinking of the theatre, how could she help also thinking of Gay's encouragement as to herself--of Lancelot Vane and his tragedy?
Another thought was lurking at the back of her mind.