He turned back to the two men, his face grave.

After talking to several people, he hung up the phone, his face grave.

She walked forward with a dignified pace, her face grave.

Now the ancient soul seemed to stand over him, its face grave with the wisdom of very long time.

He was standing close to her, his face grave with concern.

He came out into the hall, his face grave and concerned.

Her father came back at that minute, his face grave.

She looked up then, her sweet face grave and pale.

After this high tea she came to my room, her face grave.

Her face grave with concentration, she took 40 steps by herself.