I had told her Klupssel was a minister, and chaplain to the prince of Saxe-Gotha.

A minister was to her so singular a man, that oddly confounding the most dissimilar ideas, she took it into her head to take Klupssel for the pope; I thought her mad the first time she told me when I came in, that the pope had called to see me.

I made her explain herself and lost not a moment in going to relate the story to Grimm and Klupssel, who amongst ourselves never lost the name of pope.

We gave to the girl in the Rue des Moineaux the name of Pope Joan.

Our laughter was incessant; it almost stifled us.