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. But I believed that his moodiness, his harshness, and his former faults of morality (I say _former_, for now he seemed corrected of them) had their source in some cruel cross of fate.
Plus d'une fois, lorsqu'on m'envoya pour lui faire la lecture, je le trouvai assis seul dans la bibliothèque, la tête inclinée sur ses bras croisés, et, lorsqu'il levait les yeux, j'apercevais sur ses traits une expression morose et presque méchante; mais je crois que sa dureté, sa bizarrerie et ses fautes passées (je dis passées, car il semblait y avoir renoncé), provenaient de quelque grand malheur.