Scrooge, if He Knew It, Know It, Said the Ghost

Scrooge returned, true, said the ghost, your nephew? Scrooge seemed uneasy in his mind and answered briefly, yes. But that moment, left the school behind them. They were now in the busy thoroughfares of a city where shadowy carts and coaches battled for the way. It was made plain enough by the dressing of the shops that here too, it was christmas time again. Old fezziwig laid down his pen and looked up at the clock, which pointed to the hour of seven. He rubbed his hands, adjusted his capacious waistcoat, laughed all over himself, from his shoes to his organ of benevolence.