But some of the faction for the Princess Clothilde called out, "It is false; she is dead and buried, we will not be imposed upon by this man and his dwarf."
"The arch-priest recognises her," cried others. "The arch-priest dotes; he is mistaken," cried they for the Princess Clothilde.
"Let the coffin of the princess be exhumed!" cried the crowd, and they appealed to the priest, who consented that the coffin should be opened in the presence of all the people.
"Where is the undertaker?" cried one of the crowd.
"Here!" cried a voice.
"Let him come forward."
Then the crowd made room for the undertaker, and one amongst them asked him if he had placed the late princess in the coffin with his own hands.
He replied in the negative.
"Who closed the coffin, then?" asked the former questioner.
"The Princess Clothilde herself," answered the undertaker.