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`` Brilliant indeed , '' says Lady Stafford , demurely . `` But what became of Lowry ? '' demands this wretched young man , who has never yet learned that silence is golden . `` He told me this morning he intended staying on until the end of the week , and off he goes to London by the midday train without a word of warning . Must have heard some unpleasant news , I should n't wonder , he looked so awfully cut up . Did he tell you anything about it ? '' To Lady Stafford .