Boucher stood, with both hands on the rather high mantelpiece, swaying himself a little on the support which his arms, thus placed, gave him, and looking wildly into the fire, with a kind of despair that irritated Higgins, even while it went to his heart. 
Boucher stood swaying a little and looking wildly into the fire, with a despair that irritated Higgins, even while it went to his heart. 