Translated from the Italian, by E. Cavazza, for Short Stories 1892. A simple-minded youth, with his eyes on the stars and an unattainable love in his breast, unwittingly crushes a tender heart that has been laid at his feet. “I am listening to you," said Annella, bending her blond little head ; and Mario felt that her slender hand trembled in his. Who was Annella ? But was Annella really happy ? Thus set apart and averse to all flatteries, she led her own life, amid the festivities and the constant noise and confusion of the house. And Annella, shame-faced and confused, stammered, "I imagine."