He is a child--an absolute child.

I told you he was a child, you know, when I first mentioned him." Certainly! Certainly! we said.
"And he IS a child.

Now, isn't he ?" asked Mr.Jarndyce, brightening more and more.
He was indeed, we said.
"When you come to think of it, it's the height of childishness in you--I mean me--" said Mr.Jarndyce, "to regard him for a moment as a man.

You can't make HIM responsible.

The idea of Harold Skimpole with designs or plans, or knowledge of consequences! Ha, ha, ha!" It was so delicious to see the clouds about his bright face clearing, and to see him so heartily pleased, and to know, as it was impossible not to know, that the source of his pleasure was the goodness which was tortured by condemning, or mistrusting, or secretly accusing any one, that I saw the tears in Ada's eyes, while she echoed his laugh, and felt them in my own.
"Why, what a cod's head and shoulders I am," said Mr.Jarndyce, "to require reminding of it! The whole business shows the child from beginning to end.