‘If you don’t mind, sir.’
‘I do mind. It’s not fair. I have to pay you for a day’s work when you don’t do any work.’
‘It’s only once a year, sir,’ said Bob politely.
‘That’s no reason for robbing me every twenty-fifth of December!’ said Scrooge, putting on his coat. ‘But I suppose
you must have it. Be here early next morning.’
‘Yes, sir, I will, I promise,’ Bob said happily. Scrooge walked out, without another word. When Bob had closed
the office, he ran home to his family in Camden Town as quickly as possible.
Scrooge always used to eat his dinner alone, in the same miserable little eating-house. Tonight was no different from other nights. He read the newspapers, looked at his bank books, and went home to bed. He lived in rooms which had once belonged to his dead partner. They were in an old, dark building in a lonely side street, where no one except Scrooge lived. In the blackness of the night, through the fog and the frost, Scrooge had to feel his way along the street with his hands. He finally reached his front door and put the key in the lock. Suddenly, to his great surprise, he saw that the knocker was not a knocker any more, but had become the face of Jacob Marley! He had not thought of his partner for seven years, until that afternoon, when he spoke Marley’s name to his visitors. But there in front of him was Marley’s face, white and ghostly, with terrible staring eyes.
‘If you don’t mind, sir.’‘I do mind. It’s not fair. I have to pay you for a day’s work when you don’t do any work.’‘It’s only once a year, sir,’ said Bob politely.‘That’s no reason for robbing me every twenty-fifth of December!’ said Scrooge, putting on his coat. ‘But I supposeyou must have it. Be here early next morning.’‘Yes, sir, I will, I promise,’ Bob said happily. Scrooge walked out, without another word. When Bob had closedthe office, he ran home to his family in Camden Town as quickly as possible.Scrooge always used to eat his dinner alone, in the same miserable little eating-house. Tonight was no different from other nights. He read the newspapers, looked at his bank books, and went home to bed. He lived in rooms which had once belonged to his dead partner. They were in an old, dark building in a lonely side street, where no one except Scrooge lived. In the blackness of the night, through the fog and the frost, Scrooge had to feel his way along the street with his hands. He finally reached his front door and put the key in the lock. Suddenly, to his great surprise, he saw that the knocker was not a knocker any more, but had become the face of Jacob Marley! He had not thought of his partner for seven years, until that afternoon, when he spoke Marley’s name to his visitors. But there in front of him was Marley’s face, white and ghostly, with terrible staring eyes.
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