The day after his idyllic dream, woven of the moonlight which streamed in at his little window, Anania took Zuanne for a walk, starting with the intention of treating his friend to a cup of aniseed at the tavern.
"Who knows when we shall meet again!" sighed the shepherd. "When are you coming to see us?"
"I can't" said Anania, seeking an excuse, "I have to work so hard. I ought to finish with the Gymnasium this year."
"And then where are you going? To the continent?"
"Yes! to Rome!"
"There are a great many convents at Rome, aren't there? And more than a hundred churches."
"A good many more than a hundred. Who told you?"
"Your father, last night. He said when he was a soldier——"
"Are you to be a soldier?"
"No; my brother. I——" He interrupted himself.