We all, his wife, my husband and I, stare at him mutely.

His wife stared with gleaming eyes into the glorious future.

Husband and wife stared at each other's image on their holoscreens.

Husband and wife just stared at each other, neither willing to give an inch.

His wife stared at him a moment longer, as if measuring the strength of his words.

His wife stared, her piggy eyes speculative, at the door.

His wife stared at him, turned round, dropped the buckets and started to shout something.

His wife stared at him expressionlessly, then pulled out her book and began reading.

His wife, setting a gravy boat in place, stared at him.

His wife stared at him, her face registering no emotion.