Shook you.' As Durdles recalls that touching something in his dream, he looks down on the pavement, and sees the key of the crypt door lying close to where he himself lay.
'I dropped you, did I ?' he says, picking it up, and recalling that part of his dream.

As he gathers himself up again into an upright position, or into a position as nearly upright as he ever maintains, he is again conscious of being watched by his companion.
'Well ?' says Jasper, smiling, 'are you quite ready?
Pray don't hurry.' 'Let me get my bundle right, Mister Jarsper, and I'm with you.' As he ties it afresh, he is once more conscious that he is very narrowly observed.
'What do you suspect me of, Mister Jarsper ?' he asks, with drunken displeasure.

'Let them as has any suspicions of Durdles name 'em.' 'I've no suspicions of you, my good Mr.Durdles; but I have suspicions that my bottle was filled with something stiffer than either of us supposed.

And I also have suspicions,' Jasper adds, taking it from the pavement and turning it bottom upwards, 'that it's empty.' Durdles condescends to laugh at this.

Continuing to chuckle when his laugh is over, as though remonstrant with himself on his drinking powers, he rolls to the door and unlocks it.