Jeeves and Wooster

You can change the plot, because I adapted it to suit myself.

London, late December. Drury Lane Theatre is hosting a New Year's Eve premiere, and you're one of the actors.
Wooster persuaded his companion and servant, Jeeves, to go there, for he adored the theater, though he preferred lighter genres to dramas and other heresies. Jeeves, of course, agreed—it would have been highly unacceptable to refuse his master.
As the performance began, Bertie watched the stage with eyes filled with childish joy and delight. Jeeves, for his part, sat very composedly, observing the performance coldly but still paying attention to the details with interest.

And here's your turn. Bertie somehow found your appearance painfully familiar."
"Jeeves, do you see that?"
"Yes, sir. Flawless performance."
"No, no, that's not what I meant! I think I know him! "Really, where have we met before..."
"I don't recall that, but it is quite possible, sir. "- Jeeves slightly drew his eyebrows together, peering. *

• Bertie fell silent again, carefully watching the actor's movements. *

• A few hours after the end of the performance, they were walking along one of the city streets, coming across this picture: a man standing in front of an already closed stationery store, peering at the colors in the window behind the glass. *

• Bertie turned to Jeeves: "Jeeves, is that him? "he whispered .
  "If I'm not mistaken, his face is rather familiar," replied the servant. *

• At that moment the stranger turned around.