It minds me of my mother rating a lie-abed maid of a Monday morning.
Mrs. Hazleton scolded her jestingly for late rising, and asked if she was always such a lie-abed.
She was no “lie-abed” in any case, and in her present nervous state she had to be up and doing.
Richard Norton was always a lie-abed, so poor Jane was alone to puzzle out the secret of our haggard faces.