“What thing?”

“This base subjection of the imagination to the Tom Foolery of the Ages.”

“I don’t know what you mean.  I’m sure it’s very natural to want to see a Prince.”

“Only too natural.  It’s so deeply founded in nature that after denying royalty by word and deed for a hundred years, we Americans are hungrier for it than anybody else.  Perhaps we may come back to it!”

“Nonsense!”

They looked up at the Austrian flag on the tower of the hotel, languidly curling and uncurling in the bland evening air, as it had over a thousand years of stupid and selfish monarchy, while all the generous republics of the Middle Ages had perished, and the commonwealths of later times had passed like fever dreams.  That dull, inglorious empire had antedated or outlived Venice and Genoa, Florence and Siena, the England of Cromwell, the Holland of the Stadtholders, and the France of many revolutions, and all the fleeting democracies which sprang from these.

March began to ask himself how his curiosity differed from that of the Europeans about him; then he became aware that these had detached themselves, and left him exposed to the presence of a fellow countryman.  It was Otterson, with Mrs. Otterson; he turned upon March with hilarious recognition.  “Hello!  Most of the Americans in Carlsbad seem to be hanging round here for a sight of these kings.  Well, we don’t have a great many of ’em, and it’s natural we shouldn’t want to miss any.  But now, you Eastern fellows, you go to Europe every summer, and yet you don’t seem to get enough of ’em.  Think it’s human nature, or did it get so ground into us in the old times that we can’t get it out, no difference what we say?”

“That’s very much what I’ve been asking myself,” said March.  “Perhaps it’s any kind of show.  We’d wait nearly as long for the President to come out, wouldn’t we?”

“I reckon we would.  But we wouldn’t for his nephew, or his second cousin.”

“Well, they wouldn’t be in the way of the succession.”

“I guess you’re right.”  The Iowan seemed better satisfied with March’s philosophy than March felt himself, and he could not forbear adding: 

“But I don’t, deny that we should wait for the President because he’s a kind of king too.  I don’t know that we shall ever get over wanting to see kings of some kind.  Or at least my wife won’t.  May I present you to Mrs. March?”

“Happy to meet you, Mrs. March,” said the Iowan.  “Introduce you to Mrs. Otterson.  I’m the fool in my family, and I know just how you feel about a chance like this.  I don’t mean that you’re—­”

They all laughed at the hopeless case, and Mrs. March said, with one of her unexpected likings:  “I understand, Mr. Otterson.  And I would rather be our kind of fool than the kind that pretends not to care for the sight of a king.”

“Like you and me, Mrs. Otterson,” said March.

“Indeed, indeed,” said the lady, “I’d like to see a king too, if it didn’t take all night.  Good-evening,” she said, turning her husband about with her, as if she suspected a purpose of patronage in Mrs. March, and was not going to have it.