He had the chin and beard of a goat, and crisply-curled hair of a pale yellow colour.

With all this, there was something sordid in his looks as well as his attire, which showed that to his other vices he added that of avarice.

A mock humility, belied by the changeless sneer upon his countenance, distinguished his deportment.

It could be seen at once that, however cringing he might be, he despised the person he addressed.
Moreover, in spite of all his efforts to control it, there was something sarcastic in his speech.

His doublet and hose, both of which had endured some service, and were well-nigh threadbare, were tawny-coloured; and he wore a short yellow cloak, a great ruff of the same colour, and carried a brown steeple-crowned hat in his hand.
"I await your ladyship's commands," said Luke Hatton, bowing obsequiously.
"I have none to give you," Lady Exeter rejoined with irrepressible disgust.