Book The Second: Riches Chapter 3 On the Road

'Gowan, eh?' muttered Tip, otherwise Edward Dorrit, Esquire,
turning over the leaves of the book, when the courier had left them to
breakfast. 'Then Gowan is the name of a puppy, that's all I have got to
say! If it was worth my while, I'd pull his nose. But it isn't worth my
while--fortunately for him. How's his wife, Amy?

I suppose you know. You generally know things of that sort.' 'She is better, Edward. But they are not going to-day.' 'Oh! They are not going to-day! Fortunately for that fellow too,' said
Tip, 'or he and I might have come into collision.'

'It is thought better here that she should lie quiet to-day, and not be
fatigued and shaken by the ride down until to-morrow.'

'With all my heart. But you talk as if you had been nursing her. You
haven't been relapsing into (Mrs General is not here) into old habits,
have you, Amy?' He asked her the question with a sly glance of observation at Miss
Fanny, and at his father too. 'I have only been in to ask her if I could do anything for her, Tip,'
said Little Dorrit. 'You needn't call me Tip, Amy child,' returned that young gentleman
with a frown; 'because that's an old habit, and one you may as well lay
aside.' 'I didn't mean to say so, Edward dear. I forgot. It was so natural once,
that it seemed at the moment the right word.'