I remember, in this connexion, once going to meet him at the frontier-station of Culoz, through which he was passing on his way from Geneva to Aix. The members of his suite and I had left him alone, for a few moments, while we went to buy some books and newspapers which he had asked for. As he was walking up and down the platform, he saw a good woman at the door of a third-class railway-carriage, a plump, red-faced sort of peasant-woman, who was making vain efforts to open the door and fuming with anger and impatience. Suddenly catching sight of the King, who stood looking at her: "Hi, there, Mr. Porter!" she cried. "Come and help me, can't you?" The King ran up, opened the carriage-door and received the fat person in his arms. Next, she said: "Fetch me out my basket of vegetables and my bundle." The King obediently executed her commands. At that moment we appeared upon the platform, and to our amazement saw King George carrying the basket under one arm and the bundle under the other. He made a sign to me not to move. He carried the luggage to the waiting-room, took a ticket for the fair traveller, who was changing her train, and refused to accept payment for it, in spite of her insistence. What a pleasant recollection she must have of the porters at Culoz Station! Here is another adventure, which happened at Aix. The King had the habit, on leaving the Casino in the evening, to go back with me in the hotel-omnibus, which was reserved for his use: he found this easier than taking a cab. One evening, just as we were about to step in, a visitor staying at the hotel, a foreign lady, not knowing that the omnibus was reserved exclusively for the King, went in before us, sat down and waited for the 'bus to start. As I was about to ask her to get out: "Let her be," said the King. "She's not in our way." We got inside in our turn; I sat down opposite the King; the omnibus started; the lady did not move. Suddenly, the King broke silence and spoke to me; I replied, using, of course, the customary forms of "Sire" and "Your Majesty." Thereupon the lady looked at us in dismay, flung herself against the window, tapped at it, called out: "What have I done? Heavens, what have I done?" she cried. "I am in the King's omnibus! Stop! Stop!" And turning to the King, with a theatrical gesture: "Pardon, Sire." The King was seized with a fit of laughing, in the midst of which he did his best to reassure her: "I entreat you, Madam, calm yourself! You have nothing to fear: a King is not an epidemic disease!" The good lady quieted down; but we reached the hotel without being able to extract a word from her paralysed throat.