Dear, dear, it only shows that there is noth­ing di­viner about a king than there is about a tramp, af­ter all. He is just a cheap and hol­low ar­ti­fi­cial­ity when you don’t know he is a king. But re­veal his qual­ity, and dear me it takes your very breath away to look at him. I reckon we are all fools. Born so, no doubt.