She recognised him at once.

He was Jemmy Spiller the most popular comedian of the day.
Everybody who had any acquaintance with Clare Market knew Jem Spiller.
So much so that a tavern there was called after him.
"Faith, young madam, I've seen you before," said he.

"Where, pray, was it ?" "I've sung inside the 'Spiller's Head' more than once a year and more ago," returned Lavinia with the demure look which was so characteristic and at the same time so engaging.
"What, are you that saucy little baggage?
By the Lord, let me look at you again." Spiller's laughing eyes roamed over her from head to foot and his shrewd face wrinkled into the quizzical expression which had often times sent his audience into a roar.

Lavinia laughed too.
"Aye, you haven't lost the trick of sending a look that goes straight as an arrow to a man's heart.

Tell me, was it not you that Mr.Gay took under his wing?
At the 'Maiden Head,' wasn't it ?" "Yes.