Was Mr.Colville interested in engravings?
Colville confessed to a deep and abiding pleasure in this branch of art, tempered, he admitted with a laugh, by a colossal ignorance.

He then proceeded to give the lie to his own modesty by talking easily and well of mezzotints and etchings.
"But," he said, interrupting himself with evident reluctance, "I am forgetting my obligations.

Let me present to you my companion, an old friend, the Marquis de Gemosac." The two gentlemen bowed, and Mr.Marvin, knowing no French, proceeded to address the stranger in good British Latin, after the manner of the courtly divines of his day.

Which Latin, from its mode of pronunciation, was entirely unintelligible to its hearer.
In return, the rector introduced the two strangers to his niece, Miriam Liston.
"The mainstay of my quiet house," he added, with his vague and dreamy smile.
"I have already heard of you," said Dormer Colville at once, with his modest deference, "from my cousin, Mrs.St.Pierre Lawrence." He seemed, as sailors say, never to be at a loose end; but to go through life with a facile readiness, having, as it were, his hands full of threads among which to select, with a careless affability, one that must draw him nearer to high and low, men and women, alike.
They talked together for some minutes, and, soon after the discovery that Miriam Liston was as good a French scholar as himself, and therefore able to converse with the Marquis de Gemosac, Colville regretted that it was time for them to return to their simple evening meal at "The Black Sailor." "Well," said Colville to Monsieur de Gemosac, as they walked slowly across the green toward the inn, embowered in its simple cottage-garden, all ablaze now with hollyhocks and poppies--"well, after your glimpse at this man, Marquis, are you desirous to see more of him ?" "My friend," answered the Frenchman, with a quick gesture, descriptive of a sudden emotion not yet stilled, "he took my breath away.

I can think of nothing else.