How pleasant, then, to be bound to no particular chairs and tables, but to sport like a butterfly among all the furniture on hire, and to flit from rosewood to mahogany, and from mahogany to walnut, and from this shape to that, as the humour took one! "The oddity of the thing is," said Mr.Skimpole with a quickened sense of the ludicrous, "that my chairs and tables were not paid for, and yet my landlord walks off with them as composedly as possible.
Now, that seems droll! There is something grotesque in it.

The chair and table merchant never engaged to pay my landlord my rent.

Why should my landlord quarrel with HIM?
If I have a pimple on my nose which is disagreeable to my landlord's peculiar ideas of beauty, my landlord has no business to scratch my chair and table merchant's nose, which has no pimple on it.

His reasoning seems defective!" "Well," said my guardian good-humouredly, "it's pretty clear that whoever became security for those chairs and tables will have to pay for them." "Exactly!" returned Mr.Skimpole.

"That's the crowning point of unreason in the business! I said to my landlord, 'My good man, you are not aware that my excellent friend Jarndyce will have to pay for those things that you are sweeping off in that indelicate manner.
Have you no consideration for HIS property ?' He hadn't the least." "And refused all proposals," said my guardian.
"Refused all proposals," returned Mr.Skimpole.