noon
One would say that he was a horse-jockey dressed in his Sunday best . What was this comical Gustave doing now ? Nothing . His father has made two hundred thousand pounds ' income dabbling in certain things , and Gustave is getting acquainted with that is all -- which means to wake up every morning toward noon , with a bitter mouth caused from the last night 's supper , and to be surprised every morning at dawn at the baccarat table , after spending five hours saying `` Bac ! '' in a stifled , hollow voice . Gustave understands life , and , taking into consideration his countenance like a death 's - head , it may lead him to make the acquaintance of something entirely different . But who thinks of death at his age ?