Ernest Thesiger, a genial actor of the old school, was a guest at a fashionable but exceedingly dull party. Wandering around the building looking for someone to talk to, he came to the library. A pleasant-looking man, who seemed vaguely familiar, was standing alone by the fire.
Thesiger approached him and attempted to break the ice by introducing himself.
"Hello," said he, "My name is Ernest. I'm an actor."
The unsettling reply was immediate.
"Hello, my name is George. I'm a king."