When Mr.Roach heard his name he smiled quite leniently.
"He'd be at home in Buckingham Palace or at the bottom of a coal mine," he said.

"And yet it's not impudence, either.

He's just fine, is that lad." It was perhaps well he had been prepared or he might have been startled.

When the bedroom door was opened a large crow, which seemed quite at home perched on the high back of a carven chair, announced the entrance of a visitor by saying "Caw--Caw" quite loudly.

In spite of Mrs.Medlock's warning, Mr.Roach only just escaped being sufficiently undignified to jump backward.
The young Rajah was neither in bed nor on his sofa.