I had not thought of it.
Here is Tomaso da Sarzana, a quiet, retired schoolmaster, like myself, an editor of classical texts, a peaceful librarian of Cosmo de' Medici, a scholar and a gentleman to the tips of his fingers; he is made Pope, a King Log to save the cardinalate from a possible King Stork Colonna; the Porcari conspiracy breaks out, is discovered and the conspirators are hunted over Italy and put to death; a gentleman called Anguillara is slightly inculpated; he is invited to Rome by Nicholas, and given a safe-conduct; when he arrives the Pope is drunk (at least Stefano Infessura, the contemporary diarist, says so); the next morning his Holiness finds to his surprise and annoyance that the gentleman's head has been cut off by his orders.

It is an amazing tale.

To realise how amazing it is, one must picture the fantastic possibility of it happening at the Vatican nowadays.

And the most astounding thing is this: that if all the dead and gone popes were alive, and the soul of the saintly Pontiff of to-day were to pass from him, the one who could most undetected occupy his simulacrum would be this very Thomas of Sarzana.
"Pardon me, my dear Judith," said I."But this is a story lying somewhat up one of the back-waters of history.

Where did you come across it ?" "I saw it the other day in a French comic paper," replied Judith.
I really don't know which to admire the more: the inconsequent way in which the French toss about scholarship, or the marvellous power of assimilation possessed by Judith.
Before we separated she returned to the subject of Carlotta.
"Am I to see this young creature ?" she asked.