I am sorry for him; I couldn't be<br />angry with him if I tried. Who suffers by his ill whims? Himself always.<br />Here he takes it into his head to dislike us, and he won't come and dine<br />with us. What's the consequence? He don't lose much of a dinner."<br />"Indeed, I think he loses a very good dinner," interrupted Scrooge's<br />niece. Everybody else said the same, and they must be allowed to have<br />been competent judges, because they had just had dinner; and, with the<br />dessert upon the table, were clustered round the fire, by lamp-light.