The downcast, gloomy expression overspread it again.

Her father's eye wandered toward her when mine did, and suddenly assumed the same distrustful look which I remembered detecting in it, under similar circumstances, at Duskydale.

What could this mean?
The doctor shook hands with me in the hall, leaving the workman-like footman to open the door.
I stopped to admire a fine pair of stag's antlers.

The footman coughed impatiently.

I still lingered, hearing the doctor's footsteps ascending the stairs.