"How did you know that?"
"It's good advice," she continued, ignoring his question, "and I'll give you some more. If I make any suggestion after dinner, advocate it warmly—put it through."
"You mean to get that letter to-night?"
"I must get it to-night."
"But suppose he's left it in London?"
"Then I must find it out this evening, and take steps to procure it there."
"You wouldn't have his rooms searched?"
"I must have that letter—that's all," she replied. "You don't know what it means to me?"
"I don't know anything about it. But why not ask him for it?"
"Tell him it was mine, and that I sent it to Darcy," she exclaimed, incredulously.