He had had a very good bed.
'Oh yes!' she said quickly; 'she believed there were excellent beds at the coffee-house.' He noticed that the coffee-house was quite a majestic hotel to her, and that she treasured its reputation.

'I believe it is very expensive,' said Little Dorrit, 'but MY father has told me that quite beautiful dinners may be got there.

And wine,' she added timidly.
'Were you ever there ?' 'Oh no! Only into the kitchen to fetch hot water.' To think of growing up with a kind of awe upon one as to the luxuries of that superb establishment, the Marshalsea Hotel! 'I asked you last night,' said Clennam, 'how you had become acquainted with my mother.

Did you ever hear her name before she sent for you ?' 'No, sir.' 'Do you think your father ever did ?' 'No, sir.' He met her eyes raised to his with so much wonder in them (she was scared when the encounter took place, and shrunk away again), that he felt it necessary to say: 'I have a reason for asking, which I cannot very well explain; but you must, on no account, suppose it to be of a nature to cause you the least alarm or anxiety.

Quite the reverse.