'Yes, had I married her I should not now be owing anything, and as it is I am in debt to Vasilyev.' Then he remembered the last night he had played with Vasilyev at the club (just after leaving her), and he recalled his humiliating requests for another game and the other's cold refusal.

'A year's economizing and they will all be paid, and the devil take them!'...

But despite this assurance he again began calculating his outstanding debts, their dates, and when he could hope to pay them off.
'And I owe something to Morell as well as to Chevalier,' thought he, recalling the night when he had run up so large a debt.

It was at a carousel at the gipsies arranged by some fellows from Petersburg: Sashka B---, an aide-de-camp to the Tsar, Prince D---, and that pompous old----.

'How is it those gentlemen are so self-satisfied ?' thought he, 'and by what right do they form a clique to which they think others must be highly flattered to be admitted?
Can it be because they are on the Emperor's staff?
Why, it's awful what fools and scoundrels they consider other people to be! But I showed them that I at any rate, on the contrary, do not at all want their intimacy.