“How else should Francois Rabelais have affirmed it?” responded Borgia.  “When I arrived in the subterranean kingdom, I found it in the same condition as your Holiness’s dominions at the present moment, eaten up by rats.  The attention which, during my earthly pilgrimage, I had devoted to the science of toxicology indicated me as a person qualified to abate the nuisance, which commission I executed with such success, that I received the appointment of Ratcatcher to his Infernal Majesty, and so discharged its duties as to merit a continuance of the good opinion which had always been entertained of me in that exalted quarter.  After a while, however, interest began to be made for me in even more elevated spheres.  I had not been able to cram Heaven with Spaniards, as I had crammed the Sacred College—­on the contrary.  Truth to speak, my nation has not largely contributed to the population of the regions above.  But some of us are people of consequence.  My great-grandson, the General of the Jesuits, who, as such, had the ear of St. Ignatius Loyola, represented that had I adhered strictly to my vows, he could never have come into existence, and that the Society would thus have wanted one of its brightest ornaments.  This argument naturally had great weight with St. Ignatius, the rather as he, too, was my countryman.  Much also was said of the charity I had shown to the exiled Jews, which St. Dominic was pleased to say made him feel ashamed of himself when he came to think of it; for my having fed my people in time of dearth, instead of contriving famines to enrich myself, as so many Popes’ nephews have done since; and of the splendid order in which I kept the College of Cardinals.  Columbus said a good word for me, and Savonarola did not oppose.  Finally I was allowed to come upstairs, and exercise my profession on earth.  But mark what pitfalls line the good man’s path!  I never could resist tampering with drugs of a deleterious nature, and was constantly betrayed by the thirst for scientific experiment into practices incompatible with the public health.  The good nature which my detractors have not denied me was a veritable snare.  I felt for youth debarred from its enjoyments by the unnatural vitality of age, and sympathised with the blooming damsel whose parent alone stood between her and her lover.  I thus lived in constant apprehension of being ordered back to the Netherlands, and yearned for the wings of a dove, that I might flee away and be out of mischief.  At last I discovered that my promotion to a higher sphere depended upon my obtaining a testimonial from the reigning Pope.  Let a solemn procession be held in my honour, and intercession be publicly made for me, and I should ascend forthwith.  I have consequently represented my case to many of your predecessors:  but, O Alexander, you seventeenth-century Popes are a miserable breed!  No fellow-feeling, no esprit de corps.  Heu pietas! heu prisca fides!  No one was so rude as your ascetic