He left the room

He left the room, and went up-stairs into the room above, which was lighted cheerfully, and hung with Christmas. There was a chair set close beside the child, and there were signs of some one having been there, lately. Poor Bob sat down in it, and when he had thought a little and composed himself, he kissed the little face. He was reconciled to what had happened, and went down again quite happy.They drew about the fire, and talked; the girls and mother working still. Bob told them of the extraordinary kindness of Mr Scrooge's nephew, whom he had scarcely seen but once, and who, meeting him in the street that day, and seeing that he looked a little -- ``just a little down you know,'' said Bob, inquired what had happened to distress him. ``On which,'' said Bob, ``for he is the pleasantest-spoken gentleman you ever heard, I told him. ``I am heartily sorry for it, Mr Cratchit,'' he said, ``and heartily sorry for your good wife.'' By the bye, how he ever knew that, I don't know.''