I had no real need of being presented to the Pope by anyone, as any Christian is at liberty to go in when he sees the door open. Besides I had known His Holiness when he was Bishop of Padua; but I had preferred to claim the honor of being introduced by a cardinal. After saluting the Head of the Faithful, and kissing the holy cross embroidered on his holy slipper, the Pope put his right hand on my left shoulder, and said he remembered that I always forsook the assembly at Padua, when he intoned the Rosary. "Holy Father, I have much worse sins than that on my conscience, so I come prostrate at your foot to receive your absolution." He then gave me his benediction, and asked me very graciously what he could do for me. "I beg Your Holiness to plead for me, that I may be able to return to Venice." "We will speak of it to the ambassador, and then we will speak again to you on the matter." "Do you often go and see Cardinal Passionei?" "I have been three times. He gave me his funeral oration on Prince Eugene, and in return I sent him the 'Pandects'." "Has he accepted them?" "I think so, Holy Father." "If he has, he will send Winckelmann to pay you for them." "That would be treating me like a bookseller; I will not receive any payment." "Then he will return the volume of the 'Pandects'; we are sure of it, he always does so." "If his eminence returns me the 'Pandects', I will return him his funeral oration." At this the Pope laughed till his sides shook. "We shall be pleased to hear the end of the story without anyone being informed of our innocent curiosity." With these words, a long benediction delivered with much unction informed me that my audience was at an end. As I was leaving His Holiness's palace, I was accosted by an old abbe, who asked me respectfully if I were not the M. Casanova who had escaped from The Leads. "Yes," said I, "I am the man." "Heaven be praised, worthy sir, that I see you again in such good estate!" "But whom have I the honour of addressing?" "Don't you recollect me? I am Momolo, formerly gondolier at Venice." "Have you entered holy orders, then?" "Not at all, but here everyone wears the cassock. I am the first scopatore (sweeper) of His Holiness the Pope." "I congratulate you on your appointment, but you mustn't mind me laughing." "Laugh as much as you like. My wife and daughters laugh when I put on the cassock and bands, and I laugh myself, but here the dress gains one respect. Come and see us." "Where do you live?" "Behind the Trinity of Monti; here's my address." "I will come to-night." I went home delighted with this meeting, and determined to enjoy the evening with my Venetian boatman. I got my brother to come with me, and I told him how the Pope had received me.