Let's see how long it takes my colleagues to pick up what we're talking about: "At length, the hour of shutting up the counting house arrived. With an ill will, Scrooge, dismounting from his stool, tacitly admitted the fact to the expectant clerk. 'You'll want all day tomorrow, I suppose.' 'It's quite convenient, sir.' 'It is not convenient and it's not fair. If I was to stop half a Crown for it, you'd think yourself mightily ill-used, I'll be bound.' 'Yes, sir.' 'And yet you do not think me ill-used if I have to pay a day's wages for no work.' 'It's only once a year, sir.'" 