As it happened, he had the luck.

Behind him, in the Manor Cartier, the man who had had no luck and much philosophy, snored on till morning in unconscious content.
It was a whole day before Jean Jacques discovered his loss.

When he had finished his lonely supper the next evening, he went to the cupboard in his office to cheer himself with the sight of the six thousand dollars.
He felt that he must revive his spirits.

They had been drooping all day, he knew not why.
When he saw the empty pigeon-hole in the cupboard, his sight swam.

It was some time before it cleared, but, when it did, and he knew beyond peradventure the crushing, everlasting truth, not a sound escaped him.
His heart stood still.