I’ll have the clock strike one and, when he awakes expecting my second messenger, there will be no one . . . nothing. I think it will work.
One! One! This is it; time! [Looks about the room] Nothing The bell tolls midnight.Midnight! How can this be? I’m sleeping backwards.One again Good heavens! One again! I’m sleeping back and forth! [A pause. Scrooge looks about.] Nothing! Absolutely nothing!
Suddenly, thunder and lightning. Marley laughs and disappears. The room shakes and glows. There is suddenly springlike music. Scrooge makes a run for the door.
I am the Ghost of Christmas Present Look upon Me.
Spirit, conduct me where you will. I went forth last night on compulsion, and learnt a lesson which is working now. Tonight, if you have aught to teach me, let me profit by it.