'It is growing dark.

Will you go my way with me, when it is quite dark?
Mind! it is not I who wait for darkness.' Neville replied, that he would accompany him directly.

But Mr.
Crisparkle said he had a moment's call to make on Mr.Grewgious as an act of courtesy, and would run across to that gentleman's chambers, and rejoin Neville on his own doorstep, if he would come down there to meet him.
Mr.Grewgious, bolt upright as usual, sat taking his wine in the dusk at his open window; his wineglass and decanter on the round table at his elbow; himself and his legs on the window-seat; only one hinge in his whole body, like a bootjack.
'How do you do, reverend sir ?' said Mr.Grewgious, with abundant offers of hospitality, which were as cordially declined as made.

'And how is your charge getting on over the way in the set that I had the pleasure of recommending to you as vacant and eligible ?' Mr.Crisparkle replied suitably.
'I am glad you approve of them,' said Mr.Grewgious, 'because I entertain a sort of fancy for having him under my eye.' As Mr.Grewgious had to turn his eye up considerably before he could see the chambers, the phrase was to be taken figuratively and not literally.
'And how did you leave Mr.Jasper, reverend sir ?' said Mr.Grewgious.
Mr.Crisparkle had left him pretty well.
'And where did you leave Mr.Jasper, reverend sir ?' Mr.Crisparkle had left him at Cloisterham.
'And when did you leave Mr.Jasper, reverend sir ?' That morning.
'Umps!' said Mr.Grewgious.

'He didn't say he was coming, perhaps ?' 'Coming where ?' 'Anywhere, for instance ?' said Mr.Grewgious.
'No.' 'Because here he is,' said Mr.Grewgious, who had asked all these questions, with his preoccupied glance directed out at window.