There was a crash--the smoking-table again.

In time I might have remedied this; but there is one weakness which I could not stand in any smoking-table.

A smoking-table ought to be so constructed that from where you are sitting you can stretch out your feet, twist them round the stalk, and so lift the table to the spot where it will be handiest.

This my smoking-table would never do.

The moment I had it in the air it wanted to stand on its head.
Though I still admired smoking-tables as much as ever, I began to want very much to give this one away.