The Saurian eye had actually seen the sinful thing lure the hope of Raynham into the shades.

He composed several epistles of warning to the baronet of the work that was going on; but before sending one he wished to record a little of their guilty conversation; and for this purpose the faithful fellow trotted over the dews to eavesdrop, and thereby aroused the good fairy, in the person of Tom Bakewell, the sole confidant of Richard's state.
Tom said to his young master, "Do you know what, sir?
You be watched!" Richard, in a fury, bade him name the wretch, and Tom hung his arms, and aped the respectable protrusion of the butler's head.
"It's he, is it ?" cried Richard.

"He shall rue it, Tom.

If I find him near me when we're together he shall never forget it." "Don't hit too hard, sir," Tom suggested.

"You hit mortal hard when you're in earnest, you know." Richard averred he would forgive anything but that, and told Tom to be within hail to-morrow night--he knew where.