George Duroy woke up chapfallen the next morning.
He dressed himself slowly, and then sat down at his window and began to
reflect. He felt a kind of aching sensation all over, just as though he
had received a drubbing over night. At last the necessity of finding
some money spurred him up, and he went first to Forestier.
His friend received him in his study with his feet on the fender.
"What has brought you out so early?" said he.
"A very serious matter, a debt of honor."
"At play?"