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As a matter of fact the Prince of Wales, from the early days of his manhood, was in his personal and private relations a jovial, honest and honourable English gentleman; possessed of a full sense of his responsibility in much burdensome work and ceremonial and with a growing appreciation, as years passed, of his place as a sort of impartial Empire statesman; possessed, also, of a large fund of animal spirits and capacity for enjoying the pleasures of life. Within the full limits of his rights and his position he lived his life of work and pleasure, of public responsibility and of private rest and recreation. Yet it was almost always in the blaze of a noon-day publicity and few, indeed, were the times and seasons in which the Heir Apparent could amuse himself in any genuine _incognito_. Attempt it he might, but if any evil-minded critic were to seriously or conscientiously consider the situation--both of which suppositions are improbable--he might have seen that the best-known and most photographed man in the world would indeed have been foolish to trust to an _incognito_ for any but the simplest and most innocent of objects. The actual impossibility of the Prince of Wales escaping from his _entourage_, his identity, and his surroundings, were sufficient to make Continental fictions and foreign fancies about him absolutely farcical to those who knew something of his daily life--aside altogether from those who knew and understood his real character.