Scr. Why did you get married?
Frank. Because I fell in love.
Scr. Because you fell in love! Bah! good evening.
Frank. I want nothing—I ask nothing of you. Well, I'm sorry to find you so resolute—we have never had any quarrel—I have made the trial in homage to Christmas, and I'll keep my Christmas humour to the last—so, a merry Christmas, uncle.
Scr. Good evening!
Frank. And a happy new year!
Scr. Good evening!
Enter Bob, 2 e. l. h.
Frank. And a happy Christmas, and a merry new year to you, Bob Cratchit. (Shaking him by the hand.)
Bob. The same to you, sir, and many of 'em, and to your wife, and to your darling children, and to all your friends, and to all you know, and to every one, to all the world. (Exit Frank, 2 e. l. h.)