Gerard Monksleigh
A slender young gentleman, dressed in the extreme of
fashion, with skin-tight pantaloons of bright yellow, and
starched shirt-points so high that they obscured his cheekbones,
he was plainly struggling with conflicting emotions.
Wrath sparkled in his eyes, but trepidation had caused his
cheeks to assume a somewhat pallid hue.
(ch. xvi)
...
He was both timid and abnormally
sensitive; and from having a keen and often morbid imagination
was apt to fancy that person who, in fact, never gave
him a thought were criticizing him unkindly. Anticipation
was more dreadful to him than performance; and to be
harshly rated turned him sick. A wish to appear to be of
consequence was unhappily allied to a lack of self-confidence
which he tried to conceal under a boastful manner; and
nothing could more surely have won for him the contempt
of his guardian.
(ch. xviii)