Moreover she was not in a fashionable dress, she wore no hoops (and neither did Lucy) and this in itself was a novelty and a contrast.
It was some time after the performance that Lavinia--whom everyone now called Polly--left the theatre.

The noblemen who had seats on the stage crowded round her overwhelming her with compliments and looks of admiration.

One of their number, a man of portly presence at least twice her age, whose face suggested good nature but little else, was assiduous in his attentions.

Lavinia accepted his flattery as a matter of course, and thought nothing more about him.

She was told he was the Duke of Bolton, but duke or earl made no difference to her.