The only question was, where.

And it's a question still.' 'Now, what am I to think,' said the single gentleman, sternly regarding him, 'of you, who, plainly indisposed to give me any information then--nay, obviously holding back, and sheltering yourself with all kinds of cunning, trickery, and evasion--are dogging my footsteps now ?' 'I dogging!' cried Quilp.
'Why, are you not ?' returned his questioner, fretted into a state of the utmost irritation.

'Were you not a few hours since, sixty miles off, and in the chapel to which this good woman goes to say her prayers ?' 'She was there too, I think ?' said Quilp, still perfectly unmoved.

'I might say, if I was inclined to be rude, how do I know but you are dogging MY footsteps.

Yes, I was at chapel.