Good luck and bad luck?
Bernard felt very scornful of the distinction, save that good luck seemed to him rather the more vulgar.

As the night went on his disgust deepened, and at last the weariness it brought with it sent him to sleep.

He slept very late, and woke up to a disagreeable consciousness.
At first, before collecting his thoughts, he could not imagine what he had on his mind--was it that he had spoken ill of Angela Vivian?
It brought him extraordinary relief to remember that he had gone to bed in extreme ill-humor with his exploits at roulette.

After he had dressed himself and just as he was leaving his room, a servant brought him a note superscribed in Gordon's hand--a note of which the following proved to be the contents.
"Seven o'clock, A.M.
"My dear Bernard: Circumstances have determined me to leave Baden immediately, and I shall take the train that starts an hour hence.

I am told that you came in very late last night, so I won't disturb you for a painful parting at this unnatural hour.