When the cloek struck eleven, the dancing ended. M and Mrs Fezziwig stood by the door, shaking hands with each person as he or she went out, and wishing him or her a merry Christmas. During this time Scrooge had thought of nothing except what was happening in front of his eyes. He rememb and enjoyed it all with the greatest delight. But when the dancing came to an end, he realized that the ghost was looking at him. The light on the spirit's head was burning very clearly. "It seems easy enough to amuse these childish people, said the ghost. "It was nothing much that Fezziwig did, was it? After all, he only spent a few pounds, on food and drink and paying the fiddler.' It isn't a question of money,' replied Scrooge warmly He was speaking like the young man he used to be, not the old man he was now. "No, spirit, you see, our employer can make us happy or sad. His words, his looks, all these things are so important! The happiness that he gives is just as valuable as money!' He suddenly stopped speaking, when he felt the spirit watching him closely. What's the matter?' asked the ghost. "Er nothing,' said Scrooge. "Just that I'd like to be able to say a word or two to my clerk now." Now Scrooge could see himself again. He was older now, and it was clear that he was beginning to show an unhealthy interest in money. His eyes were restless, and