1 I maintained a grave silence for some minutes.
2 As he stood, mute and grave, she again fell to caressing Carlo.
3 She wiped her eyes with her apron: the two girls, grave before, looked sad now.
4 When I looked up, on leaving his arms, there stood the widow, pale, grave, and amazed.
5 Since he was not in the grave, I could bear, I thought, to learn that he was at the Antipodes.
6 He listened very gravely; his face, as I went on, expressed more concern than astonishment; he did not immediately speak when I had concluded.
7 She stood at the bottom of the long room, on the hearth; for there was a fire at each end; she surveyed the two rows of girls silently and gravely.
8 And yet it is said the Rochesters have been rather a violent than a quiet race in their time: perhaps, though, that is the reason they rest tranquilly in their graves now.
9 The first was a tall lady with dark hair, dark eyes, and a pale and large forehead; her figure was partly enveloped in a shawl, her countenance was grave, her bearing erect.
10 I expected she would show signs of great distress and shame; but to my surprise she neither wept nor blushed: composed, though grave, she stood, the central mark of all eyes.
11 Then the importance of the process quickly steadied her, and by the time she had her curls arranged in well-smoothed, drooping clusters, her pink satin frock put on, her long sash tied, and her lace mittens adjusted, she looked as grave as any judge.
12 This done, I lingered yet a little longer: the flowers smelt so sweet as the dew fell; it was such a pleasant evening, so serene, so warm; the still glowing west promised so fairly another fine day on the morrow; the moon rose with such majesty in the grave east.