On the inside side of the moat sat a morose man.

I don't know why, but I'd been expecting a serious, morose little man.

He had grown into a morose, silent man, at home and abroad.

Obviously it was something pretty bad or the huge, morose man we all feared wouldn't be leaving.

He was - not unnaturally in the circumstances - a morose man.

"You are the most morose man I have ever met."

"I swear, you are the most morose man who ever lived."

"It will be at least an hour before we get to the hotel," a morose Brown man reported.

And then to the morose man in the white coat, "Anybody ask you for anything other than information?"

He is a silent, morose man, but he has, on the whole, an excellent record in the public service.