‘ You are right!’ cried Mr. Crisparkle.
‘ Umps!’ said Mr. Grewgious. Then he added, turning his face so abruptly that his head nearly came into collision with Mr. Crisparkle’s: ‘what should you say that our local friend was up to?’
The last passage he had been shown in the Diary returned on Mr. Crisparkle’s mind with the force of a strong recoil, and he asked Mr. Grewgious if he thought it possible that Neville was to be harassed by the keeping of a watch upon him?
‘ A watch?’ repeated Mr. Grewgious musingly. ‘Ay!’
‘ Which would not only of itself haunt and t*****e his life,’ said Mr. Crisparkle warmly, ‘but would expose him to the torment of a perpetually reviving suspicion, whatever he might do, or wherever he might go.’
‘ Ay!’ said Mr. Grewgious musingly still. ‘Do I see hi
