He was moody, too; unaccountably so; I more than once, when sent for to read to him, found him sitting in his library alone, with his head bent on his folded arms; and, when he looked up, a morose, almost a malignant, scowl blackened his features.
Estaba generalmente malhumorado. Con frecuencia, cuando me enviaba a buscar, le encontraba en la biblioteca, solo, con la cabeza apoyada sobre sus brazos cruzados.