Scrooge's countenance fell.
"Is that the chance and hope you mentioned. Jacob?" he demanded, in a faltering voice.
"It is."
"I—I think I'd rather not," said Scrooge.
"Without their visits," said the Ghost, "you cannot hope to shun the path I tread. Expect the first to-morrow, when the bell tolls One."
"Couldn't I take 'em all at once, and have it over, Jacob?" hinted Scrooge.
"Expect the second on the next night at the same hour. The third, upon the next night when the last stroke of Twelve has ceased to vibrate. Look to see me no more; and look that, for your own sake, you remember what has passed between us!"
The apparition walked backward from him toward the window, and floated out upon the bleak, dark night.
Scrooge followed to the window; desperate in his curiosity. He looked out.