'You are skinned alive!' said the Countess.
Evan was skinned alive.

Fly, wretched young man! Summon your pride, and fly! Fly, noble youth, for whom storms specially travel to tell you that your mistress makes faces in the looking-glass! Fly where human lips and noses are not scornfully distorted, and get thee a new skin, and grow and attain to thy natural height in a more genial sphere! You, ladies and gentlemen, who may have had a matter to conceal, and find that it is oozing out: you, whose skeleton is seen stalking beside you, you know what it is to be breathed upon: you, too, are skinned alive: but this miserable youth is not only flayed, he is doomed calmly to contemplate the hideous image of himself burning on the face of her he loves; making beauty ghastly.

In vain--for he is two hours behind the dinner-bell--Mr.
Burley, the butler, bows and offers him viands and wine.

How can he eat, with the phantom of Rose there, covering her head, shuddering, loathing him?
But he must appear in company: he has a coat, if he has not a skin.
Let him button it, and march boldly.

Our comedies are frequently youth's tragedies.