“How is this?" she demanded "I had thought a Marquis must always be acceptable!""That, Miss Merriville, Depends on the Marquis!”

“The Marquis of Harsfield Lord Franton, arrived after you left." Lady Endall said with some satisfaction. "He said he wished to be presented to Kim, and was quite dissapointed to find she was not there.""Harsfield? He must be nearly eighty." Mairelon said, frowning. "What does he want with Kim?""No, no, Richard, you're thinking of the fourth Marquis of Harsfield," Lady Wendall said. "He died last year; it is the fifth Marquis who was asking after Kim. He is quite a young gentleman--not much above twenty, I think. He was the grandson of the previous marquis.""Oh. I expect that's all right, then." Mairelon said, but he continued to frown.”

“In order to know virtue, we must first acquaint ourselves with vice. Marquis de Sade”

“A perversion must be baptized and patronized (the Marquis De Sade and Leopold Von Sacher-Masoch were on to something).”

“The Marquis sighed. "I thought it was just a legend," he said. "Like the alligators in the sewers of New York City."Old Bailey nodded, sagely: "What, the big white buggers? They're down there. I had a friend lost a head to one of them." A moment of silence. Old Naeiley handed the statue back to the Marquis. Then he raised his hand, and snapped it, like a crocodile hand, at the Carabas. "It was OK," gurned Old Bailey with a grin that was most terrible to behold. "He had another.”

“He has hazel eyes " Nachari remarked in astonishment. He looked over at Jocelyn with approval. "Yeah well " Marquis grumbled "we can toughen him up make up for that one little...feminine mishap." Nachari feigned insult. "My eyes are green as well Marquis." Marquis shrugged. "Yeah...and you became a wizard.”