In the words of people who frequently repeat themselves—he is told fair words of devotion, sitting in a room decked out in antique red velvet.
Then he is miles away, say—getting a kick out of a pleasant night in a boat on sea water.
He is eating Vienna rolls with a member of the opposite sex near a roadside chapel, having a flirtation.
His recovery of an old debt reverses a disappointment. He will buy a new V-necked cardigan!
There must be something in fortune-telling. He will get tickets to the theater and only mildly suffer the experience.
This good luck was not the last, but the lucky are not always wise and he can well stand some more of it.