the hour of seven
They went in . At sight of an old gentleman in a Welsh wig , sitting behind such a high desk , that if he had been two inches taller , he must have knocked his head against the ceiling , Scrooge cried in great excitement : `` Why , it 's old Fezziwig ! Bless his heart , it 's Fezziwig alive again ! '' Old Fezziwig laid down his pen , and looked up at the clock , which pointed to the hour of seven . He rubbed his hands ; adjusted his capacious waistcoat ; laughed all over himself , from his shoes to his organ of benevolence ; and called out , in a comfortable , oily , rich , fat , jovial voice : `` Yo ho , there ! Ebenezer ! Dick ! ''