She now knew why Lancelot Vane's features had seemed so familiar to her.

But not for worlds would she let him know she had seen him in his degradation.
Besides she too had memories of that day she would like to forget--save the remembrance of her meeting with Gay and his kindness to her, a kindness which she felt she had repaid with folly and ingratitude.
"Then you know Mr.Gay ?" said she presently.
"I was introduced to him by Spiller the actor one night at the Lamb and Flag, Clare Market--I'll warrant you don't know Clare Market; 'tis a dirty greasy ill-smelling place where everyone seems to be a butcher----" Lavinia said nothing.

She knew Clare Market perfectly well.
"Mr.Gay was good enough to look at some poems I had with me.

He praised them and I told him I'd written a play and he said he would like to see it.

And then--but you know what happened.