Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens

Leaving the favoured, and well-received, and flattered of the world; him of the world most worldly, who never compromised himself by an ungentlemanly action, and never was guilty of a manly one; to lie smilingly asleep -- for even sleep, working but little change in his dissembling face, became with him a piece of cold, conventional hypocrisy -- we follow in the steps of two slow travellers on foot, making towards Chigwell.

Barnaby and his mother. Grip in their company, of course.