Hitherto, his life had been one long lazy slumber.

Whenever we were sent, on his rare visits to Lantrig, to "play together," as old age always rudely puts it, his invariable rule had been to go to sleep on the first convenient spot.
Consequently his presence embarrassed me not a little.

He was a handsome boy, with blue eyes, long lashes, fair hair, and a gentle habit of speech.

When I came to know him better, I learnt the quick wit and subtle power that lay beneath his laziness of manner; but at present the soul of Thomas Loveday slept.
He was certainly not wide awake when he entered the room.

With a sleepy nod at me, and no trace of surprise at my presence, he pursued his meal.