Publisher's Synopsis
"Scrooge took his melancholy dinner in his usualmelancholy tavern; and having read all thenewspapers, and beguiled the rest of the evening withhis banker's-book, went home to bed. He lived inchambers which had once belonged to his deceasedpartner. They were a gloomy suite of rooms, in alowering pile of building up a yard, where it had solittle business to be, that one could scarcely helpfancying it must have run there when it was a younghouse, playing at hide-and-seek with other houses, andforgotten the way out again. It was old enough now, and dreary enough, for nobody lived in it but Scrooge, the other rooms being all let out as offices. The yardwas so dark that even Scrooge, who knew its everystone, was fain to grope with his hands. The fog andfrost so hung about the black old gateway of the house, that it seemed as if the Genius of the Weather sat inmournful meditation on the threshol
