We briefed this as the babu's snobbish cousin two centuries on: the bonedi aristocrat coasting on a famous surname and a faded zamindar estate, all lineage and no labour. The diagonal recline gives him the babu's idleness, while two added props carry the modern wit — an oval sepia ancestor portrait staring down from the wall and a heraldic family crest propped at his feet, the whole identity outsourced to dead relatives. We dressed him in a steel-blue gold-brocade jacket against a crimson bolster so the gold reads as inherited, not earned, and held the rest plain so the upturned nose does the talking. Boneless shading swells his self-satisfied bulk exactly as the patuas modelled the original babu.