This is a weird problem. 

I'm so used to a female author telling a story from the female-lead-role-point-of-view, that when Anne Bronte tells this story from the male-lead-point-of-view, it seems to feminize him in my mind.  Do you know what I mean?  In my mind's eye, where I paint a picture of the characters in the book, he doesn't seem as masculine as he would if the narrator took a female role and described the men from that viewpoint.

I'm afraid this sounds confusing, but it's hard for me to really get into this male character's part.  It reminds me of "Twelfth Night" where the lady masquerades as a man! LOL! 

You know, I kind of had that problem with "Wuthering Heights," although I concluded it was because the narrator was such an ineffectual ninny. But you might have a point.

LOL!  Yeah, I recall having LOTS of problems with Wuthering Heights!