“I don't hesitate,” he replied, energetically.
“That's right,” said Rose. “I begin to like you again. Here is the last letter I have received. Read it,” she added, tossing it to him.
After scanning its contents, Netterville turned pale. “And this has just reached you?” he asked, with quivering lips.
“Yesterday,” she replied.
“The writer must be discovered,” he said.
VIII. HOW HARRY NETTERVILLE FOUND ROMNEY.
When the carriage came from Belgrave Square, those within it were not aware that it was followed by a hansom cab, from which a person having the appearance of a gentleman alighted near Vauxhall Pier, and addressing the footman, said, in a very civil tone, calculated to obtain a response:
“Pray is this Lady Thicknesse's carriage?”