That's what Brother Gogol does.

He goes about on his hands and knees with such inexhaustible diplomacy, that by this time he finds it quite difficult to walk upright." "I am not good at goncealment," said Gogol sulkily, with a thick foreign accent; "I am not ashamed of the cause." "Yes you are, my boy, and so is the cause of you," said the President good-naturedly.

"You hide as much as anybody; but you can't do it, you see, you're such an ass! You try to combine two inconsistent methods.
When a householder finds a man under his bed, he will probably pause to note the circumstance.

But if he finds a man under his bed in a top hat, you will agree with me, my dear Tuesday, that he is not likely even to forget it.

Now when you were found under Admiral Biffin's bed--" "I am not good at deception," said Tuesday gloomily, flushing.
"Right, my boy, right," said the President with a ponderous heartiness, "you aren't good at anything." While this stream of conversation continued, Syme was looking more steadily at the men around him.