He is utterly void of imagination and, as a consequence, incapable of knowledge.

No one could possibly pass so many examinations and be so well dressed, so well done, and so successful as a doctor without that precise incapacity.

That's it.

And in spite of all he's seen and heard and been told, there he is--he has no idea whatever of what he has set going.

He has got a Boom on, he's working it well on Boomfood, and some one has let him in to this new Royal Baby--and that's Boomier than ever! And the fact that Weser Dreiburg will presently have to face the gigantic problem of a thirty-odd-foot Princess not only hasn't entered his head, but couldn't--it couldn't!" "There'll be a fearful row," said Bensington.
"In a year or so." "So soon as they really see she is going on growing." "Unless after their fashion--they hush it up." "It's a lot to hush up." "Rather!" "I wonder what they'll do ?" "They never do anything--Royal tact." "They're bound to do something." "Perhaps _she_ will." "O Lord! Yes." "They'll suppress her.