``I want nothing from you; I ask nothing of you; why cannot we be friends?''
``Good afternoon,'' said Scrooge.
``I am sorry, with all my heart, to find you so resolute. We have never had any quarrel, to which I have been a party. But I have made the trial in homage to Christmas Aion Gold time, and I'll keep my Christmas Warhammer gold humor to the last. So A Merry Christmas, uncle!''
``Good afternoon!'' said Scrooge.
``And A Happy New Year, my dear Uncle Aion Kina!''
``Good afternoon!'' said Scrooge.
His nephew left the room without an angry word, not withstanding. He stopped at the outer door to bestow the greeting of the season on the clerk Aion Gold, who, cold as he was, was warmer than Scrooge; for he returned them cordially.
``There's another fellow,'' muttered Scrooge; who overheard him: ``my clerk, with fifteen shillings a week, and a wife and family, talking about a merry Aion Gold Christmas. I'll retire to Bedlam.'' This lunatic, in letting Scrooge's nephew Warhammer gold out, had let two other people in. They were portly gentlemen, pleasant to behold, and now stood, with their hats off, in Scrooge's office. They had books and papers in their hands, and bowed to him Aion Gold.
