The earl stared into infinity.

The earl stared at his wife sheepishly.

While Blake, ninth earl of Lawrence, stared at the door.

The earl only stared, his chin tipped ever so slightly back.

The earl was staring at Door lopsidedly, with his one good eye.

The earl stared at her, his hands twitching the more, and the marquess realized to his horror that with every look and gesture the countess was implying all sorts of intrigues and attractions between herself and the marquess.

The earl stared at her for several moments more, then turned and walked away.