Tittup

I felt a fool and was much relieved when I saw the back of Mr Bellerby as he tit-tupped away to Cowslake Manor after pressing me to accept a cheroot about eight inches long out of a crocodile-skin case.

After this he began to go outside [the pub], many coats and yellow, thin overcoats opening willingly for him to pass, until he was out, or his legs had carried him there. He was tittuping.

1958, T. H. White, The Once and Future King, New York: Berkley, Book 3, Chapter 25, p. 424, There were urbane abbots, titupping along on ambling palfreys, in furred hoods which were against the rules of their orders,