I was so affected by the peaceful solitude that I lay down under a tree and presently fell asleep.

I was awakened by the sound of voices, and, looking up, beheld two men bending over me.

One was a grizzled veteran, and the other a younger dandyfied man; both were dressed in shooting suits.
"Never saw such a resemblance before in all my life," said the elder man.

"'Pon my soul! if the King hadn't got shaved yesterday because the Princess Flirtia said his beard tickled her, I'd swear it was he!" I could not help thinking how lucky it was--for this narrative--that the King HAD shaved, otherwise my story would have degenerated into a mere Comedy of Errors.

Opening my eyes, I said boldly: "Now that you are satisfied who I resemble, gentlemen, perhaps you will tell me who you are ?" "Certainly," said the elder curtly.