Julian St. John Audley; 5th Earl of Worth
He was the epitome of a man of fashion. His
beaver hat was set over black locks carefully brushed
into a semblance of disorder; his cravat of starched
muslin supported his chin in a series of beautiful
folds; his driving-coat of drab cloth bore no less
than fifteen capes, and a double row of silver buttons,
Miss Taverner had to own him a very handsome
creature, but found no difficulty in detesting
the whole cast of his countenance. He had a look of
self-consequence; his eyes, ironically surveying her
from under weary lids, were the hardest she had
ever seen, and betrayed no emotion but boredom.
His nose was too straight for her taste. His mouth
was very well-formed, firm but thin-lipped. She
thought it sneered.
(ch. i)