Spir. Always a delicate creature, whom a breath might have withered. But she had a large heart.
Scro. So she had. You're right. I will not gainsay it, Spirit. Lord forbid.
Spir. She died a woman, and had, as I think, children.
Scro. One child.
Spir. True; your nephew.
Scro. [uneasily] Yes.
Spir. Let us see another Christmas. (Waves wand.)
SCENE III.—Fezziwig's Ball, full depth of stage, representing a wareroom. Fezziwig and Mrs. Fezziwig L., the former standing and clapping his hands, and the latter seated in an arm-chair, manifesting delight. Old bald-headed fiddler, on an elevated seat, at the back. Dick Wilkins, with two Miss Fezziwigs, forward to right and back. Scrooge's former self advances and retires to the partners, with fancy steps: hands around; right and left; ladies change; balance; promenade. Other characters to fill up the picture. Laughter and merriment to follow Scrooge's speech.
Spir. Do you know it?
Scro. Know it! I was apprenticed here. Why, its old Fezziwig. Bless his heart; its Fezziwig alive again, and Mrs Fezziwig, too. Dick Wilkins, to be sure, with Fezziwig's two daughters. Bless me, yes. There he is. He was very much attached to me, was Dick. Poor Dick. And see me, cutting the pigeon-wing. Dear, dear, dear!