Little Dorrit was in front with her brother and Mrs General (Mr Dorrit had remained at home), but on the brink of the quay they all came together. She started again to find Blandois close to her, handing Fanny into the boat.
‘Gowan has had a loss,’ he said, ‘since he was made happy to-day by a visit from fair ladies.’
‘A loss?’ repeated Fanny, relinquished by the bereaved Sparkler, and taking her seat.
‘A loss,’ said Blandois. ‘His dog Lion.’
Little Dorrit’s hand was in his, as he spoke.
‘He is dead,’ said Blandois.
‘Dead?’ echoed Little Dorrit. ‘That noble dog?’
‘Faith, dear ladies!’ said Blandois, smiling and shrugging his shoulders, ‘somebody has poisoned that noble dog. He is as dead as the Doges!’