Francis Crawford's face showed intense emotions during a rare private moment. He was overwhelmed by a mix of shock, pain, and an almost impossible desire. This complex feelings reflect a deep internal struggle he couldn't contain, revealing the vulnerability beneath his composed exterior.
Francis Crawford's face in this fleeting moment of privacy was filled with ungovernable feeling: of shock and of pain and of a desire beyond bearing: the desire of the hart which longs for the waterbrook, and does not know, until it sees the pool under the trees, for what it has thirsted.