the spirit stopped. its hand was pointing away from the office. but Scoonge hurried up to the window and looked in. it was an office still, but not his. the furniture was not the same,and the figure in the chair was not himself. the ghoat continued to point onwards, and Scooge folloewd. they reached a church, and entered the churchyard. here,among the untidy graves and the uncut gress,lay the miserable man whose name Scooge would soon learn. it was a lonely place,most suitable for a man so unloved.