The next day was Sunday.

George jumped out of bed with the dawn.

He whistled and sang scraps of songs as he took his bath.

The sun shone.
What a full, happy world it was, anyhow! And he had given up the game last night?
Why, life was just beginning for him! He was nothing but a boy--not yet thirty.

He would make a big success soon, and then try to win--to win---- He stopped, breathless, looking into the distance, and his eyes slowly grew wet with passion and longing.
He left the house and struck across the country through the woodland and farms.