Getting up amidst an immensely intense wheeze, and sitting up in bed to get his musings together, Scrooge had no event to be informed that the ringer was again upon the stroke of One. He felt that he was reestablished to awareness in the correct scratch of time, for the particular motivation behind holding a gathering with the second ambassador despatched to him through Jacob Marley's intercession. In any case, finding that he turned awkwardly icy when he started to ponder which of his draperies this new apparition would step back, he set them each one aside with his own particular hands, and resting once more, settled a sharp watch out all round the bed. For, he wished to challenge the Spirit on the snapshot of its appearance, and did not wish to be shocked, and made anxious.