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Lord Grayleigh was the last to speak . `` If I were you , gentlemen , '' he said , moodily , `` I would leave Ogilvie to his God . '' `` Philip ! '' said Mrs. Ogilvie , as he re-entered pretty Silverbel about four o'clock that afternoon , `` I have just had an extraordinary telegram from our lawyer , Mr. Acland . '' Ogilvie looked full at her but did not speak . `` How strangely tired and worn you look , '' she replied ; `` what can be the matter with you ? Sometimes , when I think of you and the extraordinary way in which you are acting , I come to the conclusion that your brain can not be right . ''