0ne day I was going in a little horse carriage with a person who was a very great adept. He was an initiate. He was a preacher and thousands of people were impressed by every word he said. His word was a living word, and we passed through the district of the poor where among some ragged people who were sitting in the street and laughing and chatting, there was one person sitting there among them, no outer form of piety or spirituality or learning or anything -- one among all the others in rags. And this one who was sitting in the carriage, he at once noticed, greeted him gently and called out in the terms of the mystic, asking for a word of help, in other words, for benediction. I turned at him, I saw it also. This man said to me: 'Don't you see the king in his eyes?' The glance proved it.