From "Dickensian: Episode #1.1"
Cratchit, bring me the Curiosity Shop account. I saw a light and enquired at the oyster shop. They came back last night, though the old man's granddaughter is sick. Come on, come on.
[Bob Cratchit hands over the ledger
If I'm not mistaken - which I never am when it concerns my money in other people's pockets - they left with their debt unpaid. Ah, there see! Eight shillings and thruppence. Do collect, Jacob, before the child dies, won't you? Before we find ourselves faced with drawn curtains and complaints about the cost of burial.