It was not angry or ferocious, but looked at Scrooge as Marley used to look: with ghostly spectacles turned up on its ghostly forehead.
As Scrooge looked fixedly at this phenomenon, it was a knocker again.
There was plenty of width for that, and room to spare; which is perhaps the reason why Scrooge thought he saw a locomotive hearse going on before him in the gloom.
Nobody under the table, nobody under the sofa; a small fire in the grate; spoon and basin ready; and the little saucepan of gruel (Scrooge had a cold in his head) upon the hob.
`Humbug!' said Scrooge; and walked across the room.
Scrooge then remembered to have heard that ghosts in haunted houses were described as dragging chains.
`It's humbug still!' said Scrooge. `I won't believe it.'
It was long, and wound about him like a tail; and it was made (for Scrooge observed it closely) of cash-boxes, keys, padlocks, ledgers, deeds, and heavy purses wrought in steel.
Scrooge had often heard it said that Marley had no bowels, but he had never believed it until now.
`Who were you then?' said Scrooge, raising his voice.
`Can you -- can you sit down?' asked Scrooge, looking doubtfully at him.
Scrooge asked the question, because he didn't know whether a ghost so transparent might find himself in a condition to take a chair; and felt that in the event of its being impossible, it might involve the necessity of an embarrassing explanation.
`Because,' said Scrooge, `a little thing affects them.
Scrooge was not much in the habit of cracking jokes, nor did he feel, in his heart, by any means waggish then.
To sit, staring at those fixed glazed eyes, in silence for a moment, would play, Scrooge felt, the very deuce with him.