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           Lupincamedowntobreakfast,andseeinghelookedpainfullydistressed,Isaid:“Weknowthenews,mydearboy,andfeelverysorryforyou.”Lupinsaid:“Howdidyouknow?whotoldyou?”IhandedhimtheStandard.Hethrewthepaperdown,andsaid:“OhIdon’tcareabuttonforthat!Iexpectedthat,butIdidnotexpectthis.”HethenreadaletterfromFrankMutlar,announcing,inacoolmanner,thatDaisyMutlaristobemarriednextmonthtoMurrayPosh.Iexclaimed,“MurrayPosh!IsnotthattheverymanFrankhadtheimpudencetobringherelastTuesdayweek?”Lupinsaid:“Yes;the‘Posh’s-three-shilling-hats’chap.”

           Weallthenateourbreakfastindeadsilence.

           Infact,Icouldeatnothing.Iwasnotonlytooworried,butIcannotandwillnoteatcushionofbacon.IfIcannotgetstreakybacon,Iwilldowithoutanything.

           WhenLupinrosetogoInoticedamalicioussmilecreepoverhisface.Iaskedhimwhatitmeant.Hereplied:“Oh!onlyalittleconsolation—stillitisaconsolation.Ihavejustrememberedthat,bymyadvice,Mr.MurrayPoshhasinvested£600inParachikkaChlorates!”