He was given to moods, and sometimes aggravated his wife to desperation when he left all the conversation to her.
'Do talk,' she would say to him when they were alone.

'Do talk to people and not sit so glum, with that great wrinkle between your eyes as if you were mad at something; and do laugh, too, when anybody tells anything worth laughing at, and not leave it all to me.

Why, I actually giggle at times until I feel like a fool, while you never smile or act as if you heard a word.

Look at me occasionally, and when I elevate my eyebrows--_so_--brace up and say something, if it isn't so cunning.' This _elevating of the eyebrows_ and _bracing up_ were matters of frequent occurrence, as Frank grew more and more silent and abstracted, and now after he had sat through a funny story told by Mr.St.Claire and had not even smiled, or given any sign that he heard it, he suddenly caught Dolly's eye and saw that both eyebrows, and nose, and chin were up as marks of unusual disapprobation, for how could she guess of what he was thinking as he sat with his head bent down, and his eyes seemingly half shut.

But they came open wide enough, and his head was high enough when he saw Dolly's frown; and turning to Mrs.Raymond he began to talk rapidly and at random.