chapter nine
to the churchyard
Scrooge stood staring at the bed. "this poor creature lies in a dark and empty house," scrooge thought, "with not a man or woman or child to remember him. l can hear rats gnawing by the fireplace. i do not dare to think what they want!"
he turned to the ghost. "this is a dreadful place!" he cried. "i shall remember what you have taught me. let us leave."
but still the ghost pointed towards the head.
"i know what you are asking," scrooge said, "but i cannot look. i cannot. is there anybody in this town who feels any emotion because this man has died? lf there is, show that person to me, i beg you!"
the ghost spread its dark robe before him like a wing. then he pulled it bake to reveal a room were a mother sat waiting with her childern. she got up from time to time and walked anxiously up and down the room. she glanced at the clock, then through the window. at last her husband returned. he was young but his face looked old and worried. but now he wore a guilty smaile.
"is it good news?" she asked him. "will he give us time to pay the money we owe him?"
"yes," her husband replied. "he is dead."
"thank god!" she cried. "may god forgive me for saying so."
"i donot know who will ask us to pay back the money we owe, but we shall have saved the money by then," he said,smiling. "we may sleep well, tonight, my dear.
"but they are pleased that the man is upset by death of a loved one, or i shall never forget