Perhaps--I do not know--George V is wiser than men think. Perhaps he is not being kept in cotton-wool by his Victorian private secretary. Perhaps he is not yielding as supinely as many people imagine to the inflexible mandates of constitutionalism. Perhaps he has his ear closer to the ground than his contemporaries realize, and with it hears the far-off but unmistakable rumbles of the limitlessly democratized Britain which is already emerging from the crucible of war. Perhaps injustice is done to him by those who accuse him of not rising more vigorously to the opportunities of his Empire’s hour of destiny. May he not be fitting himself still to sit the throne in that coming day when Britain will perhaps want even a more constitutional ruler than ermine and the crown now rest upon? CHAPTER XVII YOUR KING AND COUNTRY WANT YOU "Luna Park," in Berlin, once had an English manager and an American "publicity agent." In pursuit of his lime-light duties the transatlantic hustler, who had been engaged because he was such, reported to the manager one day that he had accomplished a feat on which he had been plodding for weeks. The owners of a building which commanded the most prominent view in Berlin had finally consented to let "Luna Park" affix a gigantic electric flash-light sign to the roof. "It will be the greatest thing of the kind ever seen in Germany," exclaimed the enthusiast from the U.S.A. "They’ll allow us to have ’Luna Park’ in letters twenty feet high across a one-hundred-and-fifty-foot front, and you’ll be able to see ’em a mile away!" He expected his British superior fairly to jump for joy. But this is what he said: "Quite so. But don’t you think that will be a bit conspicuous?"