201:003,01['  ]| At the little town of Vevey, in Switzerland, there is a
201:003,02['  ]| particularly comfortable hotel; there are indeed many
201:003,03['  ]| hotels, since the entertainment of tourists is the business 
201:003,04['  ]| of the place, which, as many travellers will
201:003,05['  ]| remember, is seated upon the edge of a remarkably
201:003,06['  ]| blue lake ~~ a lake that it behoves every tourist to
201:003,07['  ]| visit.  The shore of the lake presents an unbroken
201:003,08['  ]| array of establishments of this order, of every category,
201:003,09['  ]| from the "grand*hotel" of the newest fashion,
201:003,10['  ]| with a chalk-white front, a hundred balconies, and a
201:003,11['  ]| dozen flags flying from its roof, to the small Swiss pension
201:003,12['  ]| of an elder day, with its name inscribed in German-looking
201:003,13['  ]| lettering upon a pink or yellow wall and
201:003,14['  ]| an awkward summer-house in the angle of the garden.
201:003,15['  ]| One of the hotels at Vevey, however, is famous, even
201:003,16['  ]| classical, being distinguished from many of its upstart
201:003,17['  ]| neighbours by an air both of luxury and of maturity.
201:003,18['  ]| In this region, through the month of June, American
201:003,19['  ]| travellers are extremely numerous; it may be said indeed
201:003,20['  ]| that Vevey assumes at that time some of the characteristics
201:003,21['  ]| of an American watering-place.  There are
201:003,22['  ]| sights and sounds that evoke a vision, an echo, of
201:003,23['  ]| Newport and Saratoga.  There is a flitting hither and
201:003,24['  ]| thither of "stylish" young girls, a rustling of muslin
201:004,01['  ]| flounces, a rattle of dance-music in the morning hours,
201:004,02['  ]| a sound of high-pitched voices at all times.  You
201:004,03['  ]| receive an impression of these things at the excellent
201:004,04['  ]| inn of the "Trois*Couronnes," and are transported in
201:004,05['  ]| fancy to the Ocean*House or to Congress*Hall.  But at
201:004,06['  ]| the "Trois*Couronnes," it must be added, there are
201:004,07['  ]| other features much at variance with these suggestions:
201:004,08['  ]| neat German waiters who look like secretaries
201:004,09['  ]| of legation; Russian princesses sitting in the garden;
201:004,10['  ]| little Polish boys walking about, held by the hand,
201:004,11['  ]| with their governors; a view of the snowy crest of
201:004,12['  ]| the Dent*du*Midi and the picturesque towers of the
201:004,13['  ]| Castle*of*Chillon.
201:004,14['  ]| I hardly know whether it was the analogies or the
201:004,15['  ]| differences that were uppermost in the mind of a
201:004,16['  ]| young American, who, two or three years ago, sat in 
201:004,17['  ]| the garden of the "Trois*Couronnes," looking about
201:004,18['  ]| him rather idly at some of the graceful objects I have
201:004,19['  ]| mentioned.  It was a beautiful summer morning, and
201:004,20['  ]| in whatever fashion the young American looked at
201:004,21['  ]| things they must have seemed to him charming.  He
201:004,22['  ]| had come from Geneva the day before, by the little
201:004,23['  ]| steamer, to see his aunt, who was staying at the hotel
201:004,24['  ]| ~~ Geneva having been for a long time his place of
201:004,25['  ]| residence.  But his aunt had a headache ~~ his aunt
201:004,26['  ]| had almost always a headache ~~ and she was now
201:004,27['  ]| shut up in her room smelling camphor, so that he was
201:004,28['  ]| at liberty to wander about.  He was some seven-and-twenty
201:004,29['  ]| years of age; when his friends spoke of him
201:004,30['  ]| they usually said that he was at Geneva "studying."
201:004,31['  ]| When his enemies spoke of him they said ~~ but after
201:004,32['  ]| all he had no enemies:  he was extremely amiable and
201:005,01['  ]| generally liked.  What I should say is simply that
201:005,02['  ]| when certain persons spoke of him they conveyed that
201:005,03['  ]| the reason of his spending so much time at Geneva
201:005,04['  ]| was that he was extremely devoted to a lady who lived
201:005,05['  ]| there ~~ a foreign lady, a person older than himself.
201:005,06['  ]| Very few Americans ~~ truly I think none ~~ had ever
201:005,07['  ]| seen this lady, about whom there were some singular
201:005,08['  ]| stories.  But Winterbourne had an old attachment for
201:005,09['  ]| the little capital of Calvinism; he had been put to
201:005,10['  ]| school there as a boy and had afterwards even gone, on
201:005,11['  ]| trial ~~ trial of the grey old "Academy" on the steep
201:005,12['  ]| and stony hillside ~~ to college there; circumstances
201:005,13['  ]| which had led to his forming a great many youthful
201:005,14['  ]| friendships.  Many of these he had kept, and they
201:005,15['  ]| were a source of great satisfaction to him.
201:005,16['  ]| After knocking at his aunt's door and learning that
201:005,17['  ]| she was indisposed he had taken a walk about the
201:005,18['  ]| town and then he had come in to his breakfast.  He
201:005,19['  ]| had now finished that repast, but was enjoying a small
201:005,20['  ]| cup of coffee which had been served him on a little
201:005,21['  ]| table in the garden by one of the waiters who looked
201:005,22['  ]| like \9attache=s\.  At last he finished his coffee and lit a
201:005,23['  ]| cigarette.  Presently a small boy came walking along
201:005,24['  ]| the path ~~ an urchin of nine or ten.  The child, who
201:005,25['  ]| was diminutive for his years, had an aged expression
201:005,26['  ]| of countenance, a pale complexion and sharp little
201:005,27['  ]| features.  He was dressed in knickerbockers and had
201:005,28['  ]| red stockings that displayed his poor little spindle-shanks;
201:005,29['  ]| he also wore a brilliant red cravat.  He carried
201:005,30['  ]| in his hand a long alpenstock, the sharp point of
201:005,31['  ]| which he thrust into everything he approached ~~ the
201:005,32['  ]| flower-beds, the garden-benches, the trains of the
201:006,01['  ]| ladies' dresses.  In front of Winterbourne he paused,
201:006,02['  ]| looking at him with a pair of bright and penetrating
201:006,03['  ]| little eyes.
201:006,04[C  ]| "Will you give me a lump of sugar?"  
201:006,04['  ]| he asked in a
201:006,05['  ]| small sharp voice ~~ a voice immature and yet
201:006,06['  ]| somehow not young.
201:006,07['  ]| Winterbourne glanced at the little table near him,
201:006,08['  ]| on which his coffee-service rested, and saw that several
201:006,09['  ]| morsels of sugar remained.  
201:006,09[A  ]| "Yes, you may take one,"
201:006,10['  ]| he answered; 
201:006,10[A  ]| "but I don't think too much sugar good
201:006,11[A  ]| for little boys."  
201:006,12['  ]| This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected
201:006,13['  ]| three of the coveted fragments, two of which
201:006,14['  ]| he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing
201:006,15['  ]| the other as promptly in another place.  He poked
201:006,16['  ]| his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne's
201:006,17['  ]| bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his
201:006,18['  ]| teeth.
201:006,19[C  ]| "Oh blazes; it's har-r-d!"  
201:006,19['  ]| he exclaimed, divesting
201:006,20['  ]| vowel and consonants, pertinently enough, of any
201:006,21['  ]| taint of softness.
201:006,22['  ]| Winterbourne had immediately gathered that he
201:006,23['  ]| might have the honour of claiming him as a countryman.
201:006,24[A  ]| "Take care you don't hurt your teeth," 
201:006,24['  ]| he
201:006,25['  ]| said paternally.
201:006,26[C  ]| "I haven't got any teeth to hurt.  They've all come
201:006,27[C  ]| out.  I've only got seven teeth.  Mother counted them
201:006,28[C  ]| last night, and one came out right afterwards.  She
201:006,29[C  ]| said she'd slap me if any more came out.  I can't help
201:006,30[C  ]| it.  It's this old Europe.  It's the climate that makes
201:006,31[C  ]| them come out.  In America they didn't come out.
201:006,32[C  ]| It's these hotels."
201:007,01['  ]| Winterbourne was much amused.  
201:007,01[A  ]| "If you eat three
201:007,02[A  ]| lumps of sugar your mother will certainly slap you,"
201:007,03['  ]| he ventured.
201:007,04[C  ]| "She's got to give me some candy then," 
201:007,04['  ]| rejoined
201:007,05['  ]| his young interlocutor.  
201:007,05[C  ]| "I can't get any candy here ~~
201:007,06[C  ]| any American candy.  American candy's the best
201:007,07[C  ]| candy."  
201:007,08[A  ]| "And are American little boys the best little boys?"
201:007,09['  ]| Winterbourne asked.
201:007,10[C  ]| "I don't know.  \I'm\ an American boy," 
201:007,10['  ]| said the
201:007,11['  ]| child.
201:007,12[A  ]| "I see you're one of the best!"  
201:007,12['  ]| the young man
201:007,13['  ]| laughed.
201:007,14[C  ]| "Are you an American man?"  
201:007,14['  ]| pursued the vivacious
201:007,15['  ]| infant.  And then on his friend's affirmative
201:007,16['  ]| reply, 
201:007,16[C  ]| "American men are the best," 
201:007,16['  ]| he declared with
201:007,17['  ]| assurance.
201:007,18['  ]| His companion thanked him for the compliment,
201:007,19['  ]| and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock,
201:007,20['  ]| stood looking about him while he attacked
201:007,21['  ]| another lump of sugar.  Winterbourne wondered if he
201:007,22['  ]| himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had
201:007,23['  ]| been brought to Europe at about the same age.
201:007,24[C  ]| "Here comes my sister!"  
201:007,24['  ]| cried his young compatriot.
201:007,25[C  ]| "She's an American girl, you bet!"
201:007,26['  ]| Winterbourne looked along the path and saw a
201:007,27['  ]| beautiful young lady advancing.  
201:007,27[A  ]| "American girls are
201:007,28[A  ]| the best girls," 
201:007,28['  ]| he thereupon cheerfully remarked to
201:007,29['  ]| his visitor.
201:007,30[C  ]| "My sister ain't the best!"  
201:007,30['  ]| the child promptly
201:007,31['  ]| returned.  
201:007,31[C  ]| "She's always blowing at me."
201:007,32[A  ]| "I imagine that's your fault, not hers," 
201:007,32['  ]| said Winterbourne.
201:008,01['  ]| The young lady meanwhile had drawn
201:008,02['  ]| near.  She was dressed in white muslin, with a hundred
201:008,03['  ]| frills and flounces and knots of pale-coloured ribbon.
201:008,04['  ]| Bareheaded, she balanced in her hand a large
201:008,05['  ]| parasol with a deep border of embroidery; and she
201:008,06['  ]| was strikingly, admirably pretty.  
201:008,06@a   | "How pretty they
201:008,07@a   | are!"  
201:008,07['  ]| thought our friend, who straightened himself in
201:008,08['  ]| his seat as if he were ready to rise.
201:008,09['  ]| The young lady paused in front of his bench, near
201:008,10['  ]| the parapet of the garden, which overlooked the lake.
201:008,11['  ]| The small boy had now converted his alpenstock into
201:008,12['  ]| a vaulting-pole, by the aid of which he was springing
201:008,13['  ]| about in the gravel and kicking it up not a little.
201:008,14[B  ]| "Why Randolph," 
201:008,14['  ]| she freely began, 
201:008,14[B  ]| "what \are\ you
201:008,15[B  ]| doing?"
201:008,16[C  ]| "I'm going up the Alps!"  
201:008,16['  ]| cried Randolph.  
201:008,16[C  ]| "This
201:008,17[C  ]| is the way!"  
201:008,17['  ]| And he gave another extravagant
201:008,18['  ]| jump, scattering the pebbles about Winterbourne's
201:008,19['  ]| ears.
201:008,20[A  ]| "That's the way they come down," 
201:008,20['  ]| said Winterbourne.
201:008,21['  ]|
201:008,22[C  ]| "He's an American man!"  
201:008,22['  ]| proclaimed Randolph
201:008,23['  ]| in his harsh little voice.
201:008,24['  ]| The young lady gave no heed to this circumstance,
201:008,25['  ]| but looked straight at her brother.  
201:008,25[B  ]| "Well, I guess
201:008,26[B  ]| you'd better be quiet," 
201:008,26['  ]| she simply observed.
201:008,27['  ]| It seemed to Winterbourne that he had been in a
201:008,28['  ]| manner presented.  He got up and stepped slowly
201:008,29['  ]| toward the charming creature, throwing away his
201:008,30['  ]| cigarette.  
201:008,30[A  ]| "This little boy and I have made acquaintance,"
201:008,31['  ]| he said with great civility.  In Geneva, as he
201:008,32['  ]| had been perfectly aware, a young man wasn't at liberty
201:009,01['  ]| to speak to a young unmarried lady save under
201:009,02['  ]| certain rarely-occurring conditions; but here at Vevey
201:009,03['  ]| what conditions could be better than these? ~~ a
201:009,04['  ]| pretty American girl coming to stand in front of you
201:009,05['  ]| in a garden with all the confidence in life.  This pretty
201:009,06['  ]| American girl, whatever that might prove, on hearing
201:009,07['  ]| Winterbourne's observation simply glanced at him;
201:009,08['  ]| she then turned her head and looked over the parapet,
201:009,09['  ]| at the lake and the opposite mountains.  He wondered
201:009,10['  ]| whether he had gone too far, but decided that he must
201:009,11['  ]| gallantly advance rather than retreat.  While he was
201:009,12['  ]| thinking of something else to say the young lady
201:009,13['  ]| turned again to the little boy, whom she addressed
201:009,14['  ]| quite as if they were alone together.  
201:009,14[B  ]| "I should like to
201:009,15[B  ]| know where you got that pole."
201:009,16[C  ]| "I bought it!"  
201:009,16['  ]| Randolph shouted.
201:009,17[B  ]| "You don't mean to say you're going to take it to
201:009,18[B  ]| Italy!"
201:009,19[C  ]| "Yes, I'm going to take it t' Italy!"  
201:009,19['  ]| the child rang
201:009,20['  ]| out.
201:009,21['  ]| She glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed
201:009,22['  ]| out a knot or two of ribbon.  Then she gave her sweet
201:009,23['  ]| eyes to the prospect again.  
201:009,23[B  ]| "Well, I guess you'd
201:009,24[B  ]| better leave it somewhere," 
201:009,24['  ]| she dropped after a moment.
201:009,25['  ]|
201:009,26[A  ]| "Are you going to Italy?"  
201:009,26['  ]| Winterbourne now decided
201:009,27['  ]| very respectfully to enquire.
201:009,28['  ]| She glanced at him with lovely remoteness.  
201:009,28[B  ]| "Yes,
201:009,29[B  ]| sir," 
201:009,29['  ]| she then replied.  And she said nothing more.
201:009,30[A  ]| "And are you ~~ a ~~ thinking of the Simplon?"
201:009,31['  ]| he pursued with a slight drop of assurance.
201:009,32[B  ]| "I don't know," 
201:009,32['  ]| she said.  
201:009,32[B  ]| "I suppose it's some
201:010,01[B  ]| mountain.  Randolph, what mountain are we thinking
201:010,02[B  ]| of?"
201:010,03[C  ]| "Thinking of?" ~~ 
201:010,03['  ]| the boy stared.
201:010,04[B  ]| "Why going right over."
201:010,05[C  ]| "Going to where?"  
201:010,05['  ]| he demanded.
201:010,06[A  ]| "Why right down to Italy" ~~ 
201:010,06['  ]| Winterbourne felt
201:010,07['  ]| vague emulations.
201:010,08[C  ]| "I don't know," 
201:010,08['  ]| said Randolph.  
201:010,08[C  ]| "I don't want to
201:010,09[C  ]| go t' Italy.  I want to go to America."
201:010,10[A  ]| "Oh Italy's a beautiful place!"  
201:010,10['  ]| the young man
201:010,11['  ]| laughed.
201:010,12[C  ]| "Can you get candy there?"  
201:010,12['  ]| Randolph asked of all
201:010,13['  ]| the echoes.
201:010,14[B  ]| "I hope not," 
201:010,14['  ]| said his sister.  
201:010,14[B  ]| "I guess you've had
201:010,15[B  ]| enough candy, and mother thinks so too."
201:010,16[C  ]| "I haven't had any for ever so long ~~ for a hundred 
201:010,17[C  ]| weeks!"  
201:010,17['  ]| cried the boy, still jumping about.
201:010,18['  ]| The young lady inspected her flounces and smoothed
201:010,19['  ]| her ribbons again; and Winterbourne presently risked
201:010,20['  ]| an observation on the beauty of the view.  He was
201:010,21['  ]| ceasing to be in doubt, for he had begun to perceive
201:010,22['  ]| that 
201:010,22@a   | she was really not in the least embarrassed.  She
201:010,23@a   | might be cold, she might be austere, she might even
201:010,24@a   | be prim; for that was apparently ~~ 
201:010,24['  ]| he had already
201:010,25['  ]| so generalised ~~ 
201:010,25@a   | what the most "distant" American
201:010,26@a   | girls did:  they came and planted themselves straight
201:010,27@a   | in front of you to show how rigidly unapproachable
201:010,28@a   | they were.  There hadn't been the slightest flush in
201:010,29@a   | her fresh fairness however; so that she was clearly 
201:010,30@a   | neither offended nor fluttered.  Only she was composed ~~
201:010,31[A  ]| he had seen that before too ~~ 
201:010,31@a   | of charming
201:010,32@a   | little parts of that didn't match and that made no
201:011,01@a   | \9ensemble\; and if she looked another way when he
201:011,02@a   | spoke to her, and seemed not particularly to hear him,
201:011,03@a   | this was simply her habit, her manner, the result of
201:011,04@a   | her having no idea whatever of "form" (with such a
201:011,05@a   | tell-tale appendage as Randolph where in the world
201:011,06@a   | would she have got it?) in any such connexion.  
201:011,06['  ]| As
201:011,07['  ]| he talked a little more and pointed out some of the
201:011,08['  ]| objects of interest in the view, with which she appeared
201:011,09['  ]| wholly unacquainted, she gradually, none the
201:011,10['  ]| less, gave him more of the benefit of her attention;
201:011,11['  ]| and then he saw that act unqualified by the faintest
201:011,12['  ]| shadow of reserve.  It wasn't however what would
201:011,13['  ]| have been called a "bold" front that she presented,
201:011,14['  ]| for her expression was as decently limpid as the very
201:011,15['  ]| cleanest water.  Her eyes were the very prettiest conceivable,
201:011,16['  ]| and indeed Winterbourne hadn't for a long
201:011,17['  ]| time seen anything prettier than his fair countrywoman's
201:011,18['  ]| various features ~~ her complexion, her nose,
201:011,19['  ]| her ears, her teeth.  He took a great interest generally
201:011,20['  ]| in that range of effects and was addicted to noting and,
201:011,21['  ]| as it were, recording them; so that in regard to this
201:011,22['  ]| young lady's face he made several observations.  
201:011,22@a   | It
201:011,23@a   | wasn't at all insipid, yet at the same time wasn't
201:011,24@a   | pointedly ~~ what point, on earth, could she ever
201:011,25@a   | make? ~~ expressive; 
201:011,25['  ]| and though it offered such a collection
201:011,26['  ]| of small finenesses and neatnesses he mentally
201:011,27['  ]| accused it ~~ very forgivingly ~~ of a want of finish.
201:011,28['  ]| He thought 
201:011,28@a   | nothing more likely than that its wearer
201:011,29@a   | would have had her own experience of the action of
201:011,30@a   | her charms, as she would certainly have acquired a
201:011,31@a   | resulting confidence; but even should she depend on
201:011,32@a   | this for her main amusement her bright sweet superficial
201:012,01@a   | little visage gave out neither mockery nor irony.
201:012,02['  ]| Before long it became clear that, however these things
201:012,03['  ]| might be, she was much disposed to conversation.  She
201:012,04['  ]| remarked to Winterbourne that 
201:012,04@b   | they were going to
201:012,05@b   | Rome for the winter ~~ she and her mother and Randolph.
201:012,06['  ]| She asked him 
201:012,06@b   | if he was a "real American";
201:012,07@b   | She wouldn't have taken him for one; he seemed
201:012,08@b   | more like a German ~~ 
201:012,08['  ]| this flower was gathered as
201:012,09['  ]| from a large field of comparison ~~ 
201:012,09@b   | especially when he
201:012,10@b   | spoke.  
201:012,10['  ]| Winterbourne, laughing, answered that 
201:012,10@a   | he had
201:012,11@a   | met Germans who spoke like Americans, but not, so
201:012,12@a   | far as he remembered, any American with the resemblance
201:012,13@a   | she noted.  
201:012,13['  ]| Then he asked her 
201:012,13@a   | if she mightn't
201:012,14@a   | be more at ease should she occupy the bench he had
201:012,15@a   | just quitted.  
201:012,15['  ]| She answered that 
201:012,15@b   | she liked hanging
201:012,16@b   | round, 
201:012,16['  ]| but she none the less resignedly, after a little,
201:012,17['  ]| dropped to the bench.  She told him 
201:012,17@b   | she was from
201:012,18@b   | New*York*State ~~ 
201:012,18[B  ]| "if you know where that is"; 
201:012,18['  ]| but
201:012,19['  ]| our friend really quickened this current by catching
201:012,20['  ]| hold of her small slippery brother and making him
201:012,21['  ]| stand a few minutes by his side.
201:012,22[A  ]| "Tell me your honest name, my boy."  
201:012,22['  ]| So he artfully
201:012,23['  ]| proceeded.
201:012,24['  ]| In response to which the child was indeed unvarnished
201:012,25['  ]| truth.  
201:012,25[C  ]| "Randolph*C%*Miller.  And I'll tell you
201:012,26[C  ]| hers."  
201:012,26['  ]| With which he levelled his alpenstock at his
201:012,27['  ]| sister.
201:012,28[B  ]| "You had better wait till you're asked!"  
201:012,28['  ]| said this
201:012,29['  ]| young lady quite at her leisure.
201:012,30[A  ]| "I should like very much to know \your\ name,"
201:012,31['  ]| Winterbourne made free to reply.
201:012,32[C  ]| "Her name's Daisy*Miller!"  
201:012,32['  ]| cried the urchin.
201:013,01[C  ]| "But that ain't her real name; that ain't her name on
201:013,02[C  ]| her cards."
201:013,03[B  ]| "It's a pity you haven't got one of my cards!"
201:013,04['  ]| Miss*Miller quite as naturally remarked.
201:013,05[C  ]| "Her real name's Annie*P%*Miller," 
201:013,05['  ]| the boy went
201:013,06['  ]| on.
201:013,07@a   | It seemed, all amazingly, to do her good.  
201:013,07[B  ]| "Ask him
201:013,08[B  ]| \his\ now" ~~ 
201:013,08['  ]| and she indicated their friend.
201:013,09['  ]| But to this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent;
201:013,10['  ]| he continued to supply information with regard
201:013,11['  ]| to his own family.  
201:013,11[C  ]| "My father's name is Ezra*B%*Miller.
201:013,12[C  ]| My father ain't in Europe ~~ he's in a better
201:013,13[C  ]| place than Europe."   
201:013,13['  ]| Winterbourne for a moment
201:013,14['  ]| supposed this the manner in which the child had been
201:013,15['  ]| taught to intimate that Mr%*Miller had been removed
201:013,16['  ]| to the sphere of celestial rewards.  But Randolph immediately
201:013,17['  ]| added:  
201:013,17[C  ]| "My father's in Schenectady.  He's 
201:013,18[C  ]| got a business.  My father's rich, you bet."
201:013,19[B  ]| "Well!"  
201:013,19['  ]| ejaculated Miss*Miller, lowering her parasol
201:013,20['  ]| and looking at the embroidered border.  Winterbourne
201:013,21['  ]| presently released the child, who departed,
201:013,22['  ]| dragging his alpenstock along the path.  
201:013,22[B  ]| "He don't
201:013,23[B  ]| like Europe," 
201:013,23['  ]| said the girl as with an artless instinct
201:013,24['  ]| for historic truth.  
201:013,24[B  ]| "he wants to go back."
201:013,25[A  ]| "To Schenectady, you mean?"
201:013,26[B  ]| "Yes, he wants to go right home.  He hasn't got
201:013,27[B  ]| any boys here.  There's one boy here, but he always
201:013,28[B  ]| goes round with a teacher.  They won't let him play."
201:013,29[A  ]| "And your brother hasn't any teacher?"  
201:013,29['  ]| Winterbourne
201:013,30['  ]| enquired.
201:013,31['  ]| It tapped, at a touch, the spring of confidence.
201:013,32[B  ]| "Mother thought of getting him one ~~ to travel
201:014,01[B  ]| round with us.  There was a lady told her of a very
201:014,02[B  ]| good teacher; an American lady ~~ perhaps you know
201:014,03[B  ]| her ~~ Mrs%*Sanders.  I think she came from Boston.
201:014,04[B  ]| She told her of this teacher, and we thought of getting
201:014,05[B  ]| him to travel round with us.  But Randolph said 
201:014,05@c   | he
201:014,06@c   | didn't want a teacher travelling with us.  
201:014,06[B  ]| He
201:014,07[B  ]| said 
201:014,07@c   | he wouldn't have lessons when he was in the cars.
201:014,08[B  ]| And we \are\ in the cars about half the time.  There was
201:014,09[B  ]| an English lady we met in the cars ~~ I think her name
201:014,10[B  ]| was Miss*Featherstone; perhaps you know her.  She
201:014,11[B  ]| wanted to know 
201:014,11@v   | why I didn't give Randolph lessons
201:014,12@v   | ~~ give him ""instruction,"" 
201:014,12[B  ]| she called it.  I guess he
201:014,13[B  ]| could give me more instruction than I could give him.
201:014,14[B  ]| He's very smart."
201:014,15[A  ]| "Yes," 
201:014,15['  ]| said Winterbourne; 
201:014,15[A  ]| "he seems very smart."
201:014,16[B  ]| "Mother's going to get a teacher for him as soon
201:014,17[B  ]| as we get t' Italy.  Can you get good teachers in
201:014,18[B  ]| Italy?"
201:014,19[A  ]| "Very good, I should think," 
201:014,19['  ]| Winterbourne hastened
201:014,20['  ]| to reply.
201:014,21[B  ]| "Or else she's going to find some school.  He ought
201:014,22[B  ]| to learn some more.  He's only nine.  He's going to
201:014,23[B  ]| college."  
201:014,23['  ]| And in this way Miss*Miller continued to
201:014,24['  ]| converse upon the affairs of her family and upon other
201:014,25['  ]| topics.  She sat there with her extremely pretty hands,
201:014,26['  ]| ornamented with very brilliant rings, folded in her lap,
201:014,27['  ]| and with her pretty eyes now resting upon those of
201:014,28['  ]| Winterbourne, now wandering over the garden, the
201:014,29['  ]| people who passed before her and the beautiful view.
201:014,30['  ]| She addressed her new acquaintance as if she had
201:014,31['  ]| known him a long time.  He found it very pleasant.  It
201:014,32['  ]| was many years since he had heard a young girl talk so
201:015,01['  ]| much.  It might have been said of this wandering
201:015,02['  ]| maiden who had come and sat down beside him upon
201:015,03['  ]| a bench that she chattered.  She was very quiet, she
201:015,04['  ]| sat in a charming tranquil attitude; but her lips and
201:015,05['  ]| her eyes were constantly moving.  She had a soft slender
201:015,06['  ]| agreeable voice, and her tone was distinctly sociable.
201:015,07['  ]| She gave Winterbourne a report of her movements
201:015,08['  ]| and intentions, and those of her mother and
201:015,09['  ]| brother, in Europe, and enumerated in particular the
201:015,10['  ]| various hotels at which they had stopped.  
201:015,10[B  ]| "That
201:015,11[B  ]| English lady in the cars," 
201:015,11['  ]| she said ~~ 
201:015,11[B  ]| "Miss*Featherstone ~~
201:015,12[B  ]| asked me 
201:015,12@v   | if we didn't all live in hotels in
201:015,13@v   | America.  
201:015,13[B  ]| I told her 
201:015,13@a   | I had never been in so many 
201:015,14@a   | hotels in my life as since I came to Europe.  
201:015,14[B  ]| I've never
201:015,15[B  ]| seen so many ~~ it's nothing but hotels."  
201:015,15['  ]| But Miss*Miller
201:015,16['  ]| made this remark with no querulous accent;
201:015,17['  ]| she appeared to be in the best humour with everything.
201:015,18['  ]| She declared that 
201:015,18@b   | the hotels were very good when once
201:015,19@b   | you got used to their ways and that Europe was perfectly
201:015,20@b   | entrancing.  She wasn't disappointed ~~ not a
201:015,21@b   | bit.  Perhaps it was because she had heard so much
201:015,22@b   | about it before.  She had ever so many intimate
201:015,23@b   | friends who had been there ever so many times, and
201:015,24@b   | that way she had got thoroughly posted.  And then she
201:015,25@b   | had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris.
201:015,26@b   | Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she
201:015,27@b   | were in Europe.
201:015,28[A  ]| "It's a kind of wishing-cap," 
201:015,28['  ]| Winterbourne
201:015,29['  ]| smiled.
201:015,30[B  ]| "Yes," 
201:015,30['  ]| said Miss*Miller at once and without examining
201:015,31['  ]| this analogy;  
201:015,31[B  ]| "it always made me wish I was
201:015,32[B  ]| here.  But I needn't have done that for dresses.  I'm
201:016,01[B  ]| sure they send all the pretty ones to America; you see
201:016,02[B  ]| the most frightful things here.  The only thing I don't
201:016,03[B  ]| like," 
201:016,03['  ]| she proceeded, 
201:016,03[B  ]| "is the society.  There ain't any
201:016,04[B  ]| society ~~ or if there is I don't know where it keeps
201:016,05[B  ]| itself.  Do you?  I suppose there's some society somewhere,
201:016,06[B  ]| but I haven't seen anything of it.  I'm very
201:016,07[B  ]| fond of society and I've always had plenty of it.  I
201:016,08[B  ]| don't mean only in Schenectady, but in New*York.  I
201:016,09[B  ]| used to go to New*York every winter.  In New*York
201:016,10[B  ]| I had lots of society.  Last winter I had seventeen dinners
201:016,11[B  ]| given me, and three of them were by gentlemen,"
201:016,12['  ]| added Miss*Miller.  
201:016,12[B  ]| "I've more friends in New*York
201:016,13[B  ]| than in Schenectady ~~ more gentlemen friends; and
201:016,14[B  ]| more young lady friends too," 
201:016,14['  ]| she resumed in a moment.
201:016,15['  ]| She paused again for an instant; she was looking 
201:016,16['  ]| at Winterbourne with all her prettiness in her
201:016,17['  ]| frank gay eyes and in her clear rather uniform
201:016,18['  ]| smile.  
201:016,18[B  ]| "I've always had," 
201:016,18['  ]| she said, 
201:016,18[B  ]| "a great deal of
201:016,19[B  ]| gentlemen's society."
201:016,20['  ]| Poor Winterbourne was amused an perplexed ~~ 
201:016,21['  ]| above all he was charmed.  He had never yet heard a
201:016,22['  ]| young girl express herself in just this fashion; never at
201:016,23['  ]| least save in cases where to say such things was to have
201:016,24['  ]| at the same time some rather complicated consciousness
201:016,25['  ]| about them.  
201:016,25@a   | And yet was he to accuse Miss*Daisy*Miller
201:016,26@a   | of an actual or a potential \9arrie`re-pense=e\, as
201:016,27@a   | they said at Geneva?  
201:016,27['  ]| He felt 
201:016,27@a   | he had lived at Geneva
201:016,28@a   | so long as to have got morally muddled; he had lost
201:016,29@a   | the right sense for the young American tone.  Never indeed
201:016,30@a   | since he had grown old enough to appreciate
201:016,31@a   | things had he encountered a young compatriot of so
201:016,32@a   | "strong" a type as this.  Certainly she was very
201:017,01@a   | charming, but how extraordinarily communicative
201:017,02@a   | and how tremendously easy!  Was she simply a pretty
201:017,03@a   | girl from New*York*State ~~ were they all like that,
201:017,04@a   | the pretty girls who had had a good deal of gentlemen's
201:017,05@a   | society?  Or was she also a designing, an audacious,
201:017,06@a   | in short an expert young person?  Yes, his instinct
201:017,07@a   | for such a question had ceased to serve him, and
201:017,08@a   | his reason could but mislead.  Miss*Daisy*Miller
201:017,09@a   | looked extremely innocent.  Some people had told him
201:017,10@a   | that 
201:017,10@x   | after all American girls \were\ exceedingly innocent,
201:017,11@a   | and others had told him that 
201:017,11@x   | after all they
201:017,12@x   | weren't.  
201:017,12@a   | He must on the whole take Miss*Daisy*Miller
201:017,13@a   | for a flirt ~~ a pretty American flirt.  He had
201:017,14@a   | never as yet had relations with representatives of that
201:017,15@a   | class.  He had known here in Europe two or three women ~~
201:017,16@a   | persons older than Miss*Daisy*Miller and provided,
201:017,17@a   | for respectability's sake, with husbands ~~ who
201:017,18@a   | were great coquettes; dangerous terrible women with
201:017,19@a   | whom one's light commerce might indeed take a serious
201:017,20@a   | turn.  But this charming apparition wasn't a
201:017,21@a   | coquette in that sense; she was very unsophisticated;
201:017,22@a   | she was only a pretty American flirt.  
201:017,22['  ]| Winterbourne
201:017,23['  ]| was almost grateful for having found the formula that
201:017,24['  ]| applied to Miss*Daisy*Miller.  He leaned back in his
201:017,25['  ]| seat; he remarked to himself that 
201:017,25@a   | she had the finest
201:017,26@a   | little nose he had ever seen; 
201:017,26['  ]| he wondered 
201:017,26@a   | what were
201:017,27@a   | the regular conditions and limitations of one's intercourse
201:017,28@a   | with a pretty American flirt.  
201:017,28['  ]| It presently
201:017,29['  ]| became apparent that he was on the way to learn.
201:017,30[B  ]| "Have you been to that old castle?"  
201:017,30['  ]| the girl soon
201:017,31['  ]| asked, pointing with her parasol to the far-shining
201:017,32['  ]| walls of the Cha^teau*de*Chillon.
201:018,01[A  ]| "Yes, formerly, more than once," 
201:018,01['  ]| said Winterbourne.
201:018,02[A  ]| "You too, I suppose, have seen it?"
201:018,03[B  ]| "No, we haven't been there.  I want to go there
201:018,04[B  ]| dreadfully.  Of course I mean to go there.  I wouldn't
201:018,05[B  ]| go away from here without having seen that old
201:018,06[B  ]| castle."
201:018,07[A  ]| "It's a very pretty excursion," 
201:018,07['  ]| the young man
201:018,08['  ]| returned.  
201:018,08[A  ]| "and very easy to make.  You can drive,
201:018,09[A  ]| you know, or you can go by the little steamer."
201:018,10[B  ]| "You can go in the cars," 
201:018,10['  ]| said Miss*Miller.
201:018,11[A  ]| "Yes, you can go in the cars," 
201:018,11['  ]| Winterbourne
201:018,12['  ]| assented.
201:018,13[B  ]| "Our courier says 
201:018,13@f   | they take you right up to the
201:018,14@f   | castle," 
201:018,14['  ]| she continued.  
201:018,14[B  ]| "We were going last week, but
201:018,15[B  ]| mother gave out.  She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia.
201:018,16[B  ]| She said 
201:018,16@e   | she couldn't any more go ~~ !"  
201:018,16['  ]| But this
201:018,17['  ]| sketch of Mrs%*Miller's plea remained unfinished.
201:018,18[B  ]| "Randolph wouldn't go either; he says 
201:018,18@c   | he don't think
201:018,19@c   | much of old castles.  
201:018,19[B  ]| But I guess we'll go this week if
201:018,20[B  ]| we can get Randolph."
201:018,21[A  ]| "Your brother isn't interested in ancient monuments?"
201:018,22['  ]| Winterbourne indulgently asked.
201:018,23@a   | He now drew her, 
201:018,23['  ]| as he guessed she would herself
201:018,24['  ]| have said, 
201:018,24@a   | every time.  
201:018,24[B  ]| "Why no, he says 
201:018,24@c   | he don't care
201:018,25@c   | much about old castles.  
201:018,25[B  ]| He's only nine.  He wants to
201:018,26[B  ]| stay at the hotel.  Mother's afraid to leave him alone,
201:018,27[B  ]| and the courier won't stay with him; so we haven't
201:018,28[B  ]| been to many places.  But it will be too bad if we
201:018,29[B  ]| don't go up there."  
201:018,29['  ]| And Miss*Miller pointed again
201:018,30['  ]| at the Cha^teau*de*Chillon.
201:018,31[A  ]| "I should think it might be arranged,"  
201:018,31['  ]| Winterbourne
201:018,32['  ]| was thus emboldened to reply.  
201:018,32[A  ]| "Couldn't you
201:019,01[A  ]| get some*one to stay ~~ for the afternoon ~~ with Randolph?"
201:019,02[A  ]|
201:019,03['  ]| Miss*Miller looked at him a moment, and then with
201:019,04['  ]| all serenity, 
201:019,04[B  ]| "I wish \you'd\ stay with him!"  
201:019,04['  ]| she said.
201:019,05['  ]| He pretended to consider it.  
201:019,05[A  ]| "I'd much rather go
201:019,06[A  ]| to Chillon with you."
201:019,07[B  ]| "With me?"  
201:019,07['  ]| she asked without a shadow of emotion.
201:019,08['  ]|
201:019,09['  ]| She didn't rise blushing, as a young person at
201:019,10['  ]| Geneva would have done; and yet, conscious that he
201:019,11['  ]| had gone very far, he thought it possible she had
201:019,12['  ]| drawn back.  
201:019,12[A  ]| "And with your mother," 
201:019,12['  ]| he answered
201:019,13['  ]| very respectfully.
201:019,14['  ]| But it seemed that both his audacity and his respect
201:019,15['  ]| were lost on Miss*Daisy*Miller.  
201:019,15[B  ]| "I guess mother
201:019,16[B  ]| wouldn't go ~~ for \you\," 
201:019,16['  ]| she smiled.  
201:019,16[B  ]| "And she ain't
201:019,17[B  ]| much \bent\ on going, anyway.  She don't like to ride
201:019,18[B  ]| round in the afternoon."  
201:019,18['  ]| After which she familiarly
201:019,19['  ]| proceeded:  
201:019,19[B  ]| "But did you really mean what you said
201:019,20[B  ]| just now ~~ that you'd like to go up there?"
201:019,21[A  ]| "Most earnestly I meant it," 
201:019,21['  ]| Winterbourne declared.
201:019,22['  ]|
201:019,23[B  ]| "Then we may arrange it.  If mother will stay with
201:019,24[B  ]| Randolph I guess Eugenio will."
201:019,25[A  ]| "Eugenio?"  
201:019,25['  ]| the young man echoed.
201:019,26[B  ]| "Eugenio's our courier.  He doesn't like to stay
201:019,27[B  ]| with Randolph ~~ he's the most fastidious man I ever
201:019,28[B  ]| saw.  But he's a splendid courier.  I guess he'll stay at
201:019,29[B  ]| home with Randolph if mother does, and then we can
201:019,30[B  ]| go to the castle."
201:019,31['  ]| Winterbourne reflected for an instant as lucidly as
201:019,32['  ]| possible:  
201:019,32@a   | "we" could only mean Miss*Miller and
201:020,01@a   | himself.  
201:020,01['  ]| This prospect seemed almost too good to
201:020,02['  ]| believe; he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady's
201:020,03['  ]| hand.  Possibly he would have done so, ~~ and quite
201:020,04['  ]| spoiled his chance; but at this moment another person
201:020,05['  ]| ~~ presumably Eugenio ~~ appeared.  A tall handsome
201:020,06['  ]| man, with superb whiskers and wearing a velvet
201:020,07['  ]| morning-coat and a voluminous watch-guard, approached
201:020,08['  ]| the young lady, looking sharply at her companion.
201:020,09[B  ]| "Oh Eugenio!"  
201:020,09['  ]| she said with the friendliest
201:020,10['  ]| accent.
201:020,11['  ]| Eugenio had eyed Winterbourne from head to foot;
201:020,12['  ]| he now bowed gravely to Miss*Miller 
201:020,12[F  ]| "I have the
201:020,13[F  ]| honour to inform Mademoiselle that luncheon's on
201:020,14[F  ]| table."
201:020,15['  ]| Mademoiselle slowly rose.  
201:020,15[B  ]| "See here, Eugenio, I'm
201:020,16[B  ]| going to that old castle anyway."
201:020,17[F  ]| "To the Cha^teau*de*Chillon, Mademoiselle?"  
201:020,17['  ]| the
201:020,18['  ]| courier enquired.  
201:020,18[F  ]| "Mademoiselle has made arrangements?"
201:020,19['  ]| he added in a tone that struck Winterbourne
201:020,20['  ]| as impertinent.
201:020,21['  ]| Eugenio's tone apparently threw, even to Miss*Miller's
201:020,22['  ]| own apprehension, a slightly ironical light on
201:020,23['  ]| her position.  She turned to Winterbourne with the
201:020,24['  ]| slightest blush.  
201:020,24[B  ]| "You won't back out?"
201:020,25[A  ]| "I shall not be happy till we go!"  
201:020,25['  ]| he protested.
201:020,26[B  ]| "And you're staying at this hotel?"  
201:020,26['  ]| she went on.
201:020,27[B  ]| "And you're really American?"
201:020,28['  ]| The courier still stood there with an effect of
201:020,29['  ]| offence for the young man so far as the latter saw in it
201:020,30['  ]| a tacit reflexion on Miss*Miller's behaviour and an
201:020,31['  ]| insinuation that she "picked up" acquaintances.  
201:020,31[A  ]| "I
201:020,32[A  ]| shall have the honour of presenting to you a person
201:021,01[A  ]| who'll tell you all about me," 
201:021,01['  ]| he said, smiling, and
201:021,02['  ]| referring to his aunt.
201:021,03[B  ]| "Oh well, we'll go some day," 
201:021,03['  ]| she beautifully answered;
201:021,04['  ]| with which she gave him a smile and turned
201:021,05['  ]| away.  She put up her parasol and walked back to the
201:021,06['  ]| inn beside Eugenio.  Winterbourne stood watching
201:021,07['  ]| her, and as she moved away, drawing her muslin
201:021,08['  ]| furbelows over the walk, he spoke to himself of 
201:021,08@a   | her
201:021,09@a   | natural elegance.
202:022,01['  ]| He had, however, engaged to do more than proved
202:022,02['  ]| feasible in promising to present his aunt, Mrs%*Costello,
202:022,03['  ]| to Miss*Daisy*Miller.  As soon as that lady had
202:022,04['  ]| got better of her headache he waited on her in her
202:022,05['  ]| apartment and, after a show of the proper solicitude
202:022,06['  ]| about her heath, asked 
202:022,06@a   | if she had noticed in the hotel
202:022,07@a   | an American family ~~ a mamma, a daughter and an
202:022,08@a   | obstreperous little boy.
202:022,09[D  ]| "An obstreperous little boy and a preposterous big
202:022,10[D  ]| courier?"  
202:022,10['  ]| said Mrs%*Costello.  
202:022,10[D  ]| "Oh yes, I've noticed
202:022,11[D  ]| them.  Seen them, heard them and kept out of their
202:022,12[D  ]| way."  
202:022,12['  ]| Mrs%*Costello was a widow of fortune, a person
202:022,13['  ]| of much distinction and who frequently intimated that
202:022,14@d   | if she hadn't been so dreadfully liable to sick-headaches
202:022,15@d   | she would probably have left a deeper impress
202:022,16@d   | on her time.  
202:022,16['  ]| She had a long pale face, a high nose and
202:022,17['  ]| a great deal of very striking white hair, which she wore
202:022,18['  ]| in large puffs and over the top of her head.  She had
202:022,19['  ]| two sons married in New*York and another who was
202:022,20['  ]| now in Europe.  This young man was amusing himself
202:022,21['  ]| at Homburg and, though guided by his taste, was
202:022,22['  ]| rarely observed to visit any particular city at the moment
202:022,23['  ]| selected by his mother for her appearance there.
202:022,24@d   | Her nephew, 
202:022,24['  ]| who had come to Vevey expressly to see
202:022,25['  ]| her, 
202:022,25@d   | was therefore more attentive than, 
202:022,25['  ]| as she said, 
202:022,25@d   | her
202:022,26@d   | very own.  
202:022,26['  ]| He had imbibed at Geneva the idea that
202:022,27['  ]| one must be irreproachable in all such forms.  Mrs%*Costello
202:023,01['  ]| hadn't seen him for many years and was
202:023,02['  ]| now greatly pleased with him, manifesting her approbation
202:023,03['  ]| by initiating him into many of the secrets of
202:023,04['  ]| that social sway which, as he could see she would like
202:023,05['  ]| him to think, she exerted from her stronghold in Forty-Second*Street.
202:023,06['  ]| She admitted that 
202:023,06@d   | she was very exclusive,
202:023,07@d   | but if he had been better acquainted with New*York
202:023,08@d   | he would see that one had to be.  
202:023,08['  ]| And her picture
202:023,09['  ]| of the minutely hierarchical constitution of the
202:023,10['  ]| society of that city, which she presented to him in
202:023,11['  ]| many different lights, was, to Winterbourne's imagination,
202:023,12['  ]| almost oppressively striking.
202:023,13['  ]| He at once recognised from her tone that Miss*Daisy*Miller's
202:023,14['  ]| place in the social scale was low.  
202:023,14[A  ]| "I'm afraid
202:023,15[A  ]| you don't approve of them," 
202:023,15['  ]| he pursued in reference
202:023,16['  ]| to his new friends.
202:023,17[D  ]| "They're horribly common" ~~ 
202:023,17['  ]| it was perfectly
202:023,18['  ]| simple.  
202:023,18[D  ]| "They're the sort of Americans that one does
202:023,19[D  ]| one's duty by just ignoring."
202:023,20[A  ]| "Ah you just ignore them?" ~~ 
202:023,20['  ]| the young man took
202:023,21['  ]| it in.
202:023,22[D  ]| "I can't \not\, my dear Frederick.  I wouldn't if I
202:023,23[D  ]| hadn't to, but I have to."
202:023,24[A  ]| "The little girl's very pretty," 
202:023,24['  ]| he went on in a moment.
202:023,25['  ]|
202:023,26[C  ]| "Of course she's very pretty.  But she's of the last
202:023,27[C  ]| crudity."
202:023,28[A  ]| "I see what you mean of course," 
202:023,28['  ]| he allowed after
202:023,29['  ]| another pause.
202:023,30[D  ]| "She has that charming look they all have," 
202:023,30['  ]| his
202:023,31['  ]| aunt resumed.  
202:023,31[D  ]| "I can't think where they pick it up;
202:023,32[D  ]| and she dresses in perfection ~~ no, you don't know
202:024,01[D  ]| how well she dresses.  I can't think where they get
202:024,02[D  ]| their taste."
202:024,03[A  ]| "But, my dear aunt, she's not, after all, a Comanche
202:024,04[A  ]| savage."
202:024,05[D  ]| "She is a young lady," 
202:024,05['  ]| said Mrs%*Costello, 
202:024,05[D  ]| "who
202:024,06[D  ]| has an intimacy with her mamma's courier?"
202:024,07[A  ]| "An ""intimacy"" with him?"  
202:024,07@a   | Ah there it was!
202:024,08[D  ]| "There's no other name for such a relation.  But
202:024,09[D  ]| the skinny little mother's just as bad!  They treat the
202:024,10[D  ]| courier as a familiar friend ~~ as a gentleman and a
202:024,11[D  ]| scholar.  I shouldn't wonder if he dines with them.
202:024,12[D  ]| Very likely they've never seen a man with such good
202:024,13[D  ]| manners, such fine clothes, so \like\ a gentleman ~~ or a
202:024,14[D  ]| scholar.  He probably corresponds to the young lady's
202:024,15[D  ]| idea of a count.  He sits with them in the garden of
202:024,16[D  ]| an evening.  I think he smokes in their faces."
202:024,17['  ]| Winterbourne listened with interest to these disclosures;
202:024,18['  ]| they helped him to make up his mind about
202:024,19['  ]| Miss*Daisy.  
202:024,19@a   | Evidently she was rather wild.  
202:024,19[A  ]| "Well,"
202:024,20['   ]| he said, 
202:024,20[A  ]| "I'm not a courier and I didn't smoke in her
202:024,21[A  ]| face, and yet she was very charming to me."
202:024,22[D  ]| "You had better have mentioned at first," 
202:024,22['  ]| Mrs%*Costello
202:024,23['  ]| returned with dignity, 
202:024,23[D  ]| "that you had made
202:024,24[D  ]| her valuable acquaintance."
202:024,25[A  ]| "We simply met in the garden and talked a bit."
202:024,26[D  ]| "By appointment ~~ no?  Ah that's still to come!
202:024,27[D  ]| Pray what did you say?"
202:024,28[A  ]| "I said I should take the liberty of introducing her
202:024,29[A  ]| to my admirable aunt."
202:024,30[D  ]| "Your admirable aunt's a thousand times obliged
202:024,31[D  ]| to you."
202:024,32[A  ]| "It was to guarantee my respectability."
202:025,01[D  ]| "And pray who's to guarantee hers?"
202:025,02[A  ]| "Ah you're cruel!"  
202:025,02['  ]| said the young man.  
202:025,02[A  ]| "She's
202:025,03[A  ]| a very innocent girl."
202:025,04[D  ]| "You don't say that as if you believed it," 
202:025,04['  ]| Mrs%*Costello
202:025,05['  ]| returned.
202:025,06[A  ]| "She's completely uneducated," 
202:025,06['  ]| Winterbourne
202:025,07['  ]| acknowledged, 
202:025,07[A  ]| "but she's wonderfully pretty, and in
202:025,08[A  ]| short she's very nice.  To prove I believe it I'm going
202:025,09[A  ]| to take her to the Cha^teau*de*Chillon."
202:025,10['  ]| Mrs%*Costello made a wondrous face.  
202:025,10[D  ]| "You two
202:025,11[D  ]| are going off there together?  I should say it proved
202:025,12[D  ]| just the contrary.  How long had you known her, may
202:025,13[D  ]| I ask, when this interesting project was formed?  You
202:025,14[D  ]| haven't been twenty-four hours in the house."
202:025,15[A  ]| "I had known her half an hour!"  
202:025,15['  ]| Winterbourne
202:025,16['  ]| smiled.
202:025,17[D  ]| "Then she's just what I supposed."
202:025,18[A  ]| "And what do you suppose?"
202:025,19[D  ]| "Why that she's a horror."
202:025,20['  ]| Our youth was silent for some moments.  
202:025,20[A  ]| "You
202:025,21[A  ]| really think then," 
202:025,21['  ]| he presently began, and with
202:025,22['  ]| a desire for trustworthy information, 
202:025,22[A  ]| "you really
202:025,23[A  ]| think that ~~ " 
202:025,23['  ]| But he paused again while his aunt
202:025,24['  ]| waited.
202:025,25[D  ]| "Think what, sir?"
202:025,26[A  ]| "That she's the sort of young lady who expects a
202:025,27[A  ]| man sooner or later to ~~ well, we'll call it carry
202:025,28[A  ]| her off?"
202:025,29[D  ]| "I haven't the least idea what such young ladies
202:025,30[D  ]| expect a man to do.  But I really consider you had
202:025,31[D  ]| better not meddle with little American girls who are
202:025,32[D  ]| uneducated, as you mildly put it.  You've lived too 
202:026,01[D  ]| long out of the country.  You'll be sure to make some
202:026,02[D  ]| great mistake.  You're too innocent."
202:026,03[A  ]| "My dear aunt, not so much as that comes to!"  
202:026,03['  ]| he
202:026,04['  ]| protested with a laugh and a curl of his moustache.
202:026,05[D  ]| "You're too guilty then!"
202:026,06['  ]| He continued all thoughtfully to finger the ornament
202:026,07['  ]| in question.  
202:026,07[A  ]| "You won't let the poor girl know
202:026,08[A  ]| you then?"  
202:026,08['  ]| he asked at last.
202:026,09[D  ]| "Is it literally true that she's going to the Cha^teau*de*Chillon
202:026,10[D  ]| with you?"
202:026,11[A  ]| "I've no doubt she fully intends it."
202:026,12[D  ]| "Then, my dear Frederick," 
202:026,12['  ]| said Mrs%*Costello,
202:026,13[D  ]| "I must decline the honour of her acquaintance.  I'm
202:026,14[D  ]| an old woman, but I'm not too old ~~ thank heaven
202:026,15[D  ]| ~~ to be honestly shocked!"
202:026,16[A  ]| "But don't they all do these things ~~ the little
202:026,17[A  ]| American girls at home?"  
202:026,17['  ]| Winterbourne enquired.
202:026,18['  ]| Mrs%*Costello stared a moment.  
202:026,18[D  ]| "I should like to
202:026,19[D  ]| see my granddaughters do them!"  
202:026,19['  ]| she then grimly
202:026,20['  ]| returned.
202:026,21['  ]| This seemed to throw some light on the matter, for
202:026,22['  ]| Winterbourne remembered to have heard his pretty
202:026,23['  ]| cousins in New*York, the daughters of this lady's two
202:026,24['  ]| daughters, called 
202:026,24@x   | "tremendous flirts."  
202:026,24@a   | If therefore
202:026,25@a   | Miss*Daisy*Miller exceeded the liberal licence allowed
202:026,26@a   | to these young women it was probable she did go even
202:026,27@a   | by the American allowance rather far.  
202:026,27['  ]| Winterbourne
202:026,28['  ]| was impatient to see her again, and it vexed, it even
202:026,29['  ]| a little humiliated him, that he shouldn't by instinct
202:026,30['  ]| appreciate her justly.
202:026,31['  ]| Though so impatient to see her again he hardly
202:026,32['  ]| knew what ground he should give for his aunt's refusal
202:027,01['  ]| to become acquainted with her; but he discovered
202:027,02['  ]| promptly enough that with Miss*Daisy*Miller there
202:027,03['  ]| was no great need of walking on tiptoe.  He found her
202:027,04['  ]| that evening in the garden, wandering about in the
202:027,05['  ]| warm starlight after the manner of an indolent sylph
202:027,06['  ]| and swinging to*and*fro the largest fan he had ever
202:027,07['  ]| beheld.  It was ten o'clock.  He had dined with his
202:027,08['  ]| aunt, had been sitting with her since dinner, and had
202:027,09['  ]| just taken leave of her till the morrow.  His young
202:027,10['  ]| friend frankly rejoiced to renew their intercourse; she
202:027,11['  ]| pronounced it 
202:027,11@b   | the stupidest evening she had ever
202:027,12@b   | passed.
202:027,13[A  ]| "Have you been all alone?"  
202:027,13['  ]| he asked with no intention
202:027,14['  ]| of an epigram and no effect of her perceiving 
202:027,15['  ]| one.
202:027,16[B  ]| "I've been walking round with mother.  But mother
202:027,17[B  ]| gets tired walking round,"  
202:027,17['  ]| Miss*Miller explained.
202:027,18[A  ]| "Has she gone to bed?"
202:027,19[B  ]| "No, she doesn't like to go to bed.  She doesn't
202:027,20[B  ]| sleep scarcely any ~~ not three hours.  She says 
202:027,20@e   | she
202:027,21@e   | doesn't know how she lives.  
202:027,21[B  ]| She's dreadfully nervous.
202:027,22[B  ]| I guess she sleeps more than she thinks.  She's
202:027,23[B  ]| gone somewhere after Randolph; she wants to try to
202:027,24[B  ]| get him to go to bed.  He doesn't like to go to bed."
202:027,25['  ]| The soft impartiality of her \9constatations\, as Winterbourne
202:027,26['  ]| would have termed them, was a thing by
202:027,27['  ]| itself ~~ exquisite little fatalist as they seemed to make
202:027,28['  ]| her.  
202:027,28[A  ]| "Let us hope she'll persuade him," 
202:027,28['  ]| he encouragingly
202:027,29['  ]| said.
202:027,30[B  ]| "Well, she'll talk to him all she can ~~ but he
202:027,31[B  ]| doesn't like her to talk to him":  
202:027,31['  ]| with which Miss*Daisy
202:027,32['  ]| opened and closed her fan.  
202:027,32[B  ]| "She's going to try
202:028,01[B  ]| to get Eugenio to talk to him.  But Randolph ain't
202:028,02[B  ]| afraid of Eugenio.  Eugenio's a splendid courier, but
202:028,03[B  ]| he can't make much impression on  Randolph!  I don't
202:028,04[B  ]| believe he'll go to bed before eleven!"  
202:028,04['  ]| Her detachment
202:028,05['  ]| from any invidious judgement of this was, to her
202:028,06['  ]| companion's sense, inimitable; and it appeared that
202:028,07['  ]| Randolph's vigil was in fact triumphantly prolonged,
202:028,08['  ]| for Winterbourne attended her in her stroll for some
202:028,09['  ]| time without meeting her mother.  
202:028,09[B  ]| "I've been looking
202:028,10[B  ]| round for that lady you want to introduce me to," 
202:028,10['  ]| she
202:028,11['  ]| resumed ~~ 
202:028,11[B  ]| "I guess she's your aunt."  
202:028,11['  ]| Then on his
202:028,12['  ]| admitting the fact and expressing some curiosity as to
202:028,13['  ]| how she learned it, she said 
202:028,13@b   | she had heard all
202:028,14@b   | about Mrs%*Costello from the chambermaid.  She was
202:028,15@b   | very quiet and very \9comme*il*faut\; she wore white
202:028,16@b   | puffs; she spoke to no*one and she never dined at the
202:028,17@b   | common table.  Every two days she had a headache.
202:028,18[B  ]| "I think that's a lovely description, headache and
202:028,19[B  ]| all!"  
202:028,19['  ]| said Miss*Daisy, chattering along in her thin gay
202:028,20['  ]| voice.  
202:028,20[B  ]| "I want to know her ever so much.  I know
202:028,21[B  ]| just what \your\ aunt would be;  I know I'd like her.
202:028,22[B  ]| She'd be very exclusive.  I like a lady to be exclusive;
202:028,23[B  ]| I'm dying to be exclusive myself.  Well, I guess we \are\
202:028,24[B  ]| exclusive, mother and I.  We don't speak to any*one ~~
202:028,25[B  ]| or they don't speak to us.  I suppose it's about the
202:028,26[B  ]| same thing.  Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to meet
202:028,27[B  ]| your aunt."
202:028,28['  ]| Winterbourne was embarrassed ~~ he could but
202:028,29['  ]| trump up some evasion.  
202:028,29[A  ]| "She'd be most happy, but
202:028,30[A  ]| I'm afraid those tiresome headaches are always to
202:028,31[A  ]| be reckoned with."
202:028,32['  ]| The girl looked at him through the fine dusk.
202:029,01[B  ]| "Well, I suppose she doesn't have a headache every
202:029,02[B  ]| day."
202:029,03['  ]| He had to make the best of it.  
202:029,03[A  ]| "She tells me she
202:029,04[A  ]| wonderfully does."  
202:029,04['  ]| He didn't know what else to say.
202:029,05['  ]| Miss*Miller stopped and stood looking at him.  Her
202:029,06['  ]| prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she kept
202:029,07['  ]| flapping to*and*fro her enormous fan.  
202:029,07[B  ]| "She doesn't
202:029,08[B  ]| want to know me!"  
202:029,08['  ]| she then lightly broke out.  
202:029,08[B  ]| "Why
202:029,09[B  ]| don't you say so?  You needn't be afraid.  \I'm\ not
202:029,10[B  ]| afraid!"  
202:029,10['  ]| And she quite crowed for the fun of it.
202:029,11['  ]| Winterbourne distinguished however a wee false
202:029,12['  ]| note in this:  he was touched, shocked, mortified by it.
202:029,13[A  ]| "My dear young lady, she knows no*one.  She goes
202:029,14[A  ]| through life immured.  It's her wretched health."
202:029,15['  ]| The young girl walked on a few steps in the glee of
202:029,16['  ]| the thing.  
202:029,16[B  ]| "You needn't be afraid," 
202:029,16['  ]| she repeated.
202:029,17[B  ]| "Why should she want to know me!"  
202:029,17['  ]| Then she
202:029,18['  ]| paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden,
202:029,19['  ]| and in front of her was the starlit lake.  There
202:029,20['  ]| was a vague sheen on its surface, and in the distance
202:029,21['  ]| were dimly-seen mountain forms.  Daisy*Miller
202:029,22['  ]| looked out at these great lights and shades and again
202:029,23['  ]| proclaimed a gay indifference ~~ 
202:029,23[B  ]| "Gracious!  she \is\
202:029,24[B  ]| exclusive!"  
202:029,24['  ]| Winterbourne wondered if she were seriously
202:029,25['  ]| wounded and for a moment almost wished her
202:029,26['  ]| sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming
202:029,27['  ]| in him to reassure and comfort her.  He had a pleasant
202:029,28['  ]| sense that 
202:029,28@a   | she would be all accessible to a respectful
202:029,29@a   | tenderness at that moment.  
202:029,29['  ]| He felt quite ready to
202:029,30['  ]| sacrifice his aunt ~~ conversationally; to acknowledge
202:029,31@a   | she was a proud rude woman, 
202:029,31['  ]| and to make the
202:029,32['  ]| point that 
202:029,32@a   | they needn't mind her.  
202:029,32['  ]| But before he had
202:030,01['  ]| time to commit himself to this questionable mixture of
202:030,02['  ]| gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her
202:030,03['  ]| walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone.
202:030,04[B  ]| "Well, here's mother!  I guess she \hasn't\ got Randolph
202:030,05[B  ]| to go to bed."  
202:030,05['  ]| The figure of a lady appeared, at
202:030,06['  ]| a distance, very indistinct in the darkness; it advanced
202:030,07['  ]| with a slow and wavering step and then suddenly
202:030,08['  ]| seemed to pause.
202:030,09[A  ]| "Are you sure it's your mother?  Can you make
202:030,10[A  ]| her out in this thick dusk?"  
202:030,10['  ]| Winterbourne asked.
202:030,11[B  ]| "Well,"  
202:030,11['  ]| the girl laughed, 
202:030,11[B  ]| "I guess I know my
202:030,12[B  ]| own mother!  And when she has got on my shawl too.
202:030,13[B  ]| She's always wearing my things."
202:030,14['  ]| The lady in question, ceasing now to approach,
202:030,15['  ]| hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had
202:030,16['  ]| checked her steps.
202:030,17[A  ]| "I'm afraid your mother doesn't see you," 
202:030,17['  ]| said
202:030,18['  ]| Winterbourne.  
202:030,18[A  ]| "Or perhaps," 
202:030,18['  ]| he added ~~ thinking
202:030,19['  ]| with Miss*Miller, the joke permissible ~~ 
202:030,19[A  ]| "perhaps
202:030,20[A  ]| she feels guilty about your shawl."
202:030,21[B  ]| "Oh it's a fearful old thing!"  
202:030,21['  ]| his companion
202:030,22['  ]| placidly answered.  
202:030,22[B  ]| "I told her she could wear it if she
202:030,23[B  ]| didn't mind looking like a fright.  She won't come
202:030,24[B  ]| here because she sees you."
202:030,25[A  ]| "Ah then," 
202:030,25['  ]| said Winterbourne, 
202:030,25[A  ]| "I had better leave
202:030,26[A  ]| you."
202:030,27[B  ]| "Oh no ~~ come on!"  
202:030,27['  ]| the girl insisted.
202:030,28[B  ]| "I'm afraid your mother doesn't approve of my
202:030,29[B  ]| walking with you."
202:030,30@a   | She gave him, 
202:030,30['  ]| he thought, 
202:030,30@a   | the oddest glance.  
202:030,30[B  ]| "It
202:030,31[B  ]| isn't for me; it's for you ~~ that is it's for \her\.  Well,
202:030,32[B  ]| I don't know who it's for!  But mother doesn't like
202:031,01[B  ]| any of my gentlemen friends.  She's right down timid.
202:031,02[B  ]| She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman.
202:031,03[B  ]| But I \do\ introduce them ~~ almost always.  If I
202:031,04[B  ]| didn't introduce my gentleman friends to mother,"
202:031,05['  ]| Miss*Miller added, in her small flat monotone, 
202:031,05[B  ]| "I
202:031,06[B  ]| shouldn't think I was natural."
202:031,07[A  ]| "Well, to introduce me," 
202:031,07['  ]| Winterbourne remarked,
202:031,08[A  ]| "you must know my name."  
202:031,08['  ]| And he proceeded to
202:031,09['  ]| pronounce it.
202:031,10[B  ]| "Oh my ~~ I can't say all that!"  
202:031,10['  ]| cried his companion,
202:031,11['  ]| much amused.  But by this time they had
202:031,12['  ]| come up to Mrs%*Miller, who, as they drew near,
202:031,13['  ]| walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned on it,
202:031,14['  ]| looking intently at the lake and presenting her back to
202:031,15['  ]| them.  
202:031,15[B  ]| "Mother!"  
202:031,15['  ]| said the girl in a tone of decision ~~
202:031,16['  ]| upon which the elder lady turned round.  
202:031,16[B  ]| "Mr%*Frederick*Forsyth*Winterbourne,"
202:031,17['  ]| said the latter's
202:031,18['  ]| young friend, repeating his lesson of a moment before
202:031,19['  ]| and introducing him very frankly and prettily.  
202:031,19@a   | "Common"
202:031,20@a   | she might be, as Mrs%*Costello had pronounced
202:031,21@a   | her; yet what provision was made by that
202:031,22@a   | epithet for her queer little native grace?
202:031,23['  ]| Her mother was a small spare light person, with a
202:031,24['  ]| wandering eye, a scarce perceptible nose, and, as to
202:031,25['  ]| make up for it, an unmistakeable forehead, decorated
202:031,26['  ]| ~~ but too far back, as Winterbourne mentally described 
202:031,27['  ]| it ~~ with thin much-frizzled hair.  Like her
202:031,28['  ]| daughter Mrs%*Miller was dressed with extreme
202:031,29['  ]| elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears.
202:031,30['  ]| So far as the young man could observe, she gave
202:031,31['  ]| him no greeting ~~ 
202:031,31@a   | she certainly wasn't looking
202:031,32@a   | at him.  
202:031,32['  ]| Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl
202:032,01['  ]| straight.  
202:032,01[B  ]| "What are you doing, poking round here?"
202:032,02['  ]| this young lady enquired ~~ yet by no means with
202:032,03['  ]| the harshness of accent her choice of words might
202:032,04['  ]| have implied.
202:032,05[E  ]| "Well, I don't know" ~~ 
202:032,05['  ]| and the new-comer
202:032,06['  ]| turned to the lake again.
202:032,07[B  ]| "I shouldn't think you'd want that shawl!"  
202:032,07['  ]| Daisy
202:032,08['  ]| familiarly proceeded.
202:032,09[E  ]| "Well ~~ I do!"  
202:032,09['  ]| her mother answered with a sound
202:032,10['  ]| that partook for Winterbourne of an odd strain between 
202:032,11['  ]| mirth and woe.
202:032,12[B  ]| "Did you get Randolph to go to bed?"  
202:032,12['  ]| Daisy 
202:032,13['  ]| asked.
202:032,14[E  ]| "No, I couldn't induce him" ~~ 
202:032,14['  ]| and Mrs%*Miller
202:032,15['  ]| seemed to confess to the same mild fatalism as her
202:032,16['  ]| daughter.  
202:032,16[E  ]| "He wants to talk to the waiter.  He \likes\
202:032,17[E  ]| to talk to that waiter."
202:032,18[B  ]| "I was just telling Mr%*Winterbourne," 
202:032,18['  ]| the girl
202:032,19['  ]| went on; and to the young man's ear 
202:032,19@a   | her tone might
202:032,20@a   | have indicated that she had been uttering his name all
202:032,21@a   | her life.
202:032,22[A  ]| "Oh yes!"  
202:032,22['  ]| he concurred ~~ 
202:032,22[A  ]| "I've the pleasure of
202:032,23[A  ]| knowing your son."
202:032,24['  ]| Randolph's mamma was silent; she kept her attention
202:032,25['  ]| on the lake.  But at last a sigh broke from her.
202:032,26[E  ]| "Well, I don't see how he lives!"
202:032,27[B  ]| "Anyhow, it isn't so bad as it was at Dover,"  
202:032,27['  ]| DAisy
202:032,28['  ]| at least opined.
202:032,29[A  ]| "And what occurred at Dover?"  
202:032,29['  ]| Winterbourne
202:032,30['  ]| desired to know.
202:032,31[B  ]| "He wouldn't go to bed at all.  I guess he sat up
202:032,32[B  ]| all night ~~ in the public parlour.  He wasn't in
202:033,01[B  ]| bed at twelve o'clock:  it seemed as if he couldn't
202:033,02[B  ]| budge."
202:033,03[E  ]| "It was half-past twelve when \I\ gave up,"  
202:033,03['  ]| Mrs%*Miller
202:033,04['  ]| recorded with passionless accuracy.
202:033,05['  ]| It was of great interest to Winterbourne.  
202:033,05[A  ]| "Does he
202:033,06[A  ]| sleep much during the day?"
202:033,07[B  ]| "I guess he doesn't sleep \very\ much," 
202:033,07['  ]| Daisy
202:033,08['  ]| rejoined.
202:033,09[E  ]| "I wish he just \would\!"  
202:033,09['  ]| said her mother.  
202:033,09[E  ]| "It seems
202:033,10[E  ]| as if he \must\ make it up somehow."
202:033,11[B  ]| "Well, I guess it's we that make it up.  I think he's
202:033,12[B  ]| real tiresome," 
202:033,12['  ]| Daisy pursued.
202:033,13['  ]| After which, for some moments, there was silence.
202:033,14[E  ]| "Well, Daisy*Miller," 
202:033,14['  ]| the elder lady then unexpectedly
202:033,15['  ]| broke out, 
202:033,15[E  ]| "I shouldn't think you'd want to talk
202:033,16[E  ]| against your own brother!"
202:033,17[B  ]| "Well, he \is\ tiresome, mother," 
202:033,17['  ]| said the girl, but
202:033,18['  ]| with no sharpness of insistence.
202:033,19[E  ]| "Well, he's only nine," 
202:033,19['  ]| Mrs%*Miller lucidly urged.
202:033,20[B  ]| "Well, he wouldn't go up to that castle, anyway,"
202:033,21['  ]| her daughter replied as for accommodation.  
202:033,21[B  ]| "I'm
202:033,22[B  ]| going up there with Mr%*Winterbourne."
202:033,23['  ]| To this announcement, very placidly made, Daisy's
202:033,24['  ]| parent offered no response.  Winterbourne took for
202:033,25['  ]| granted on this that she opposed such a course; but
202:033,26['  ]| he said to himself at the same time that 
202:033,26@a   | she was a
202:033,27@a   | simple easily-managed person and that a few deferential
202:033,28@a   | protestations would modify her attitude.  
202:033,28[A  ]| "Yes,"
202:033,29['  ]| he therefore interposed, 
202:033,29[A  ]| "your daughter has kindly
202:033,30[A  ]| allowed me the honour of being her guide."
202:033,31['  ]| Mrs%*Miller's wandering eyes attached themselves
202:033,32['  ]| with an appealing air to her other companion, who,
202:034,01['  ]| however, strolled a few steps further, gently humming
202:034,02['  ]| to herself.  
202:034,02[E  ]| "I presume you'll go in the cars," 
202:034,02['  ]| she then
202:034,03['  ]| quite colourlessly remarked.
202:034,04[A  ]| "Yes, or in the boat," 
202:034,04['  ]| said Winterbourne.
202:034,05[E  ]| "Well, of course I don't know," 
202:034,05['  ]| Mrs%*Miller returned.
202:034,06[E  ]| "I've never been up to that castle."
202:034,07[A  ]| "It is a pity you shouldn't go," 
202:034,07['  ]| he observed, beginning
202:034,08['  ]| to feel reassured as to her opposition.  And yet he
202:034,09['  ]| was quite prepared to find that as a matter of course
202:034,10['  ]| she meant to accompany her daughter.
202:034,11['  ]| It was on this view accordingly that light was projected
202:034,12['  ]| for him.  
202:034,12[E  ]| "We've been thinking ever so much
202:034,13[E  ]| about going, but it seems as if we couldn't.  Of course
202:034,14[E  ]| Daisy ~~ she wants to go round everywhere.  But
202:034,15[E  ]| there's a lady here ~~ I don't know her name ~~ she 
202:034,16[E  ]| says 
202:034,16@v   | she shouldn't think we'd want to go to see castles
202:034,17@v   | \here\; she should think we'd want to wait till we got t'
202:034,18@v   | Italy.  
202:034,18[E  ]| It seems as if there would be so many there,"
202:034,19['  ]| continued Mrs%*Miller with an air of increasing confidence.
202:034,20[E  ]| "Of course we only want to see the principal
202:034,21[E  ]| ones.  We visited several in England," 
202:034,21['  ]| she presently
202:034,22['  ]| added.
202:034,23[A  ]| "Ah yes, in England there are beautiful castles,"
202:034,24['  ]| said Winterbourne.  
202:034,24[A  ]| "But Chillon here is very well
202:034,25[A  ]| worth seeing."
202:034,26[E  ]| "Well, if Daisy feels up to it ~~ " 
202:034,26['  ]| said Mrs%*Miller
202:034,27['  ]| in a tone that seemed to break under the burden
202:034,28['  ]| of such conceptions.  
202:034,28[E  ]| "It seems as if there's
202:034,29[E  ]| nothing she won't undertake."
202:034,30[A  ]| "Oh I'm pretty sure she'll enjoy it!"  
202:034,30['  ]| Winterbourne
202:034,31['  ]| declared.  And he desired more and more to
202:034,32['  ]| make it a certainty that he was to have the privilege of
202:035,01['  ]| a \9te^te-a`-te^te\ with the young lady who was still strolling
202:035,02['  ]| along in front of them and softly vocalising.  
202:035,02[A  ]| "You're
202:035,03[A  ]| not disposed, madam," 
202:035,03['  ]| he enquired, 
202:035,03[A  ]| "to make the so
202:035,04[A  ]| interesting excursion yourself?"
202:035,05['  ]| So addressed Daisy's mother looked at him an instant
202:035,06['  ]| with a certain scared obliquity and then walked
202:035,07['  ]| forward in silence.  Then, 
202:035,07[E  ]| "I guess she had better
202:035,08[E  ]| go alone," 
202:035,08['  ]| she said simply.
202:035,09['  ]| It gave him occasion to note that 
202:035,09@a   | this was a very different
202:035,10@a   | type of maternity from that of the vigilant
202:035,11@a   | matrons who massed themselves in the forefront of
202:035,12@a   | social intercourse in the dark old city at the other end
202:035,13@a   | of the lake.  
202:035,13['  ]| But his meditations were interrupted by
202:035,14['  ]| hearing his name very distinctly pronounced by Mrs%*Miller's 
202:035,15['  ]| unprotected daughter.  
202:035,15[B  ]| "Mr%*Winterbourne!"
202:035,16['  ]| she piped from a considerable distance.
202:035,17[A  ]| "Mademoiselle!"  
202:035,17['  ]| said the young man.
202:035,18[B  ]| "Don't you want to take me out in a boat?"
202:035,19[A  ]| "At present?"  
202:035,19['  ]| he asked.
202:035,20[B  ]| "Why of course!"  
202:035,20['  ]| she gaily returned.
202:035,21[E  ]| "Well, Annie*Miller!"  
202:035,21['  ]| exclaimed her mother.
202:035,22[A  ]| "I beg you, madam, to let her go," 
202:035,22['  ]| he hereupon
202:035,23['  ]| eagerly pleaded; so instantly had he been struck with
202:035,24['  ]| the romantic side of this chance to guide through the
202:035,25['  ]| summer starlight a skiff freighted with a fresh and
202:035,26['  ]| beautiful young girl.
202:035,27[E  ]| "I shouldn't think she'd want to," 
202:035,27['  ]| said her
202:035,28['  ]| mother.  
202:035,28[E  ]| "I should think she'd rather go indoors."
202:035,29[B  ]| "I'm sure Mr%*Winterbourne wants to \take\ me,"
202:035,30['  ]| Daisy declared.  
202:035,30[B  ]| "He's so awfully devoted!"
202:035,31[A  ]| "I'll row you over to Chillon under the stars."
202:035,32[B  ]| "I don't believe it!"  
202:035,32['  ]| Daisy laughed.
202:036,01[E  ]| "Well!"  
202:036,01['  ]| the elder lady again gasped, as in rebuke
202:036,02['  ]| of this freedom.
202:036,03[B  ]| "You haven't spoken to me for half an hour,"
202:036,04['  ]| her daughter went on.
202:036,05[A  ]| "I've been having some very pleasant conversation
202:036,06[A  ]| with your mother," 
202:036,06['  ]| Winterbourne replied.
202:036,07[B  ]| "Oh pshaw!  I want you to take me out in a
202:036,08[B  ]| boat!"  
202:036,08['  ]| Daisy went on as if nothing else had been said.
202:036,09['  ]| They had all stopped and she had turned round and
202:036,10['  ]| was looking at her friend.  Her face wore a charming
202:036,11['  ]| smile, her pretty eyes gleamed in the darkness, she
202:036,12['  ]| swung her great fan about.  
202:036,12@a   | No, 
202:036,12['  ]| he felt, 
202:036,12@a   | it was impossible
202:036,13@a   | to be prettier than that.
202:036,14[A  ]| "There are half a dozen boats moored at that
202:036,15[A  ]| landing-place," 
202:036,15['  ]| and he pointed to a range of steps
202:036,16['  ]| that descended from the garden to the lake.  
202:036,16[A  ]| "If you'll
202:036,17[A  ]| do me the honour to accept my arm we'll go and select
202:036,18[A  ]| one of them."
202:036,19['  ]| She stood there smiling; she threw back her head;
202:036,20['  ]| she laughed as for the drollery of this.  
202:036,20[B  ]| "I like a gentleman
202:036,21[B  ]| to be formal!"
202:036,22[A  ]| "I assure you it's a formal offer."
202:036,23[B  ]| "I was bound I'd make you say something," 
202:036,23['  ]| Daisy
202:036,24['  ]| agreeably mocked.
202:036,25[A  ]| "You see it's not very difficult," 
202:036,25['  ]| said Winterbourne.
202:036,26[A  ]| "But I'm afraid you're chaffing me."
202:036,27[E  ]| "I think not, sir," 
202:036,27['  ]| Mrs%*Miller shyly pleaded.
202:036,28[A  ]| "Do then let me give you a row," 
202:036,28['  ]| he persisted to
202:036,29['  ]| Daisy.
202:036,30[B  ]| "It's quite lovely, the way you say that!"  
202:036,30['  ]| she cried
202:036,31['  ]| in reward.
202:036,32[A  ]| "It will be still more lovely to do it."
202:037,01[B  ]| "Yes, it would be lovely!"  
202:037,01['  ]| But she made no movement
202:037,02['  ]| to accompany him; she only remained an elegant
202:037,03['  ]| image of free light irony.
202:037,04[E  ]| "I guess you'd better find out what time it is," 
202:037,04['  ]| her
202:037,05['  ]| mother impartially contributed.
202:037,06[F  ]| "It's eleven o'clock, Madam," 
202:037,06['  ]| said a voice with a
202:037,07['  ]| foreign accent out of the neighbouring darkness; and
202:037,08['  ]| Winterbourne, turning, recognised the florid personage
202:037,09['  ]| he had already seen in attendance.  
202:037,09@a   | He had apparently
202:037,10@a   | just approached.
202:037,11[B  ]| "Oh Eugenio," 
202:037,11['  ]| said Daisy, 
202:037,11[B  ]| "I'm going out with
202:037,12[B  ]| Mr%*Winterbourne in a boat!"
202:037,13['  ]| Eugenio bowed.  
202:037,13[F  ]| "At this hour of the night, Mademoiselle?"
202:037,14[F  ]|
202:037,15[B  ]| "I'm going with Mr%*Winterbourne," 
202:037,15['  ]| she repeated
202:037,16['  ]| with her shining smile.  
202:037,16[B  ]| "I'm going this very minute."
202:037,17[E  ]| "Do tell her she can't, Eugenio," 
202:037,17['  ]| Mrs%*Miller said
202:037,18['  ]| to the courier.
202:037,19[F  ]| "I think you had better not go out in a boat,
202:037,20[F  ]| Mademoiselle," 
202:037,20['  ]| the man declared.
202:037,21['  ]| Winterbourne wished 
202:037,21@a   | to goodness this pretty girl
202:037,22@a   | were not on such familiar terms with her courier; 
202:037,22['  ]| but
202:037,23['  ]| he said nothing, and she meanwhile added to his
202:037,24['  ]| ground.  
202:037,24[B  ]| "I suppose you don't think it's proper!
202:037,25[B  ]| My!"  
202:037,25['  ]| she wailed; 
202:037,25[B  ]| "Eugenio doesn't think anything's
202:037,26[B  ]| proper."
202:037,27[A  ]| "I'm nevertherless quite at your service,"  
202:037,27['  ]| Winterbourne
202:037,28['  ]| hastened to remark.
202:037,29[F  ]| "Does Mademoiselle propose to go alone?"  
202:037,29['  ]| Eugenio
202:037,30['  ]| asked of Mrs%*Miller.
202:037,31[E  ]| "Oh no, with this gentleman!"  
202:037,31['  ]| cried Daisy's
202:037,32['  ]| mamma for reassurance.
202:038,01[F  ]| "I \meant\ alone with the gentleman."  
202:038,01['  ]| The courier
202:038,02['  ]| looked for a moment at Winterbourne ~~ the latter
202:038,03['  ]| seemed to make out in his face a vague presumptuous
202:038,04['  ]| intelligence as at the expense of their companions ~~
202:038,05['  ]| and then solemnly and with a bow, 
202:038,05[F  ]| "As Mademoiselle
202:038,06[F  ]| pleases!"  
202:038,06['  ]| he said.
202:038,07['  ]| But Daisy broke off at this.  
202:038,07[B  ]| "Oh I hoped you'd
202:038,08[B  ]| make a fuss!  I don't care to go now."
202:038,09[A  ]| "Ah but I myself shall make a fuss if you don't go,"
202:038,10['  ]| Winterbourne declared with spirit.
202:038,11[B  ]| "That's all I want ~~ a little fuss!"  
202:038,11['  ]| With which
202:038,12['  ]| she began to laugh again.
202:038,13[F  ]| "Mr%*Randolph has retired for the night!"  
202:038,13['  ]| the
202:038,14['  ]| courier hereupon importantly announced.
202:038,15[E  ]| "Oh Daisy, now we can go then!"  
202:038,15['  ]| cried Mrs%*Miller.
202:038,16['  ]|
202:038,17['  ]| Her daughter turned away from their friend, all
202:038,18['  ]| lighted with her odd perversity.  
202:038,18[B  ]| "Good-night ~~ I
202:038,19[B  ]| hope you're disappointed or disgusted or something!"
202:038,20[B  ]|
202:038,21['  ]| He looked at her gravely, taking her by the hand she
202:038,22['  ]| offered.  
202:038,22[A  ]| "I'm puzzled, if you want to know!"  
202:038,22['  ]| he answered.
202:038,23['  ]|
202:038,24[B  ]| "Well, I hope it won't keep you awake!"  
202:038,24['  ]| she said
202:038,25['  ]| very smartly; and, under the escort of the privileged
202:038,26['  ]| Eugenio, the two ladies passed toward the house.
202:038,27['  ]| Winterbourne's eyes followed them; he was indeed
202:038,28['  ]| quite mystified.  He lingered beside the lake a quarter
202:038,29['  ]| of an hour, baffled by the question of the girl's sudden
202:038,30['  ]| familiarities and caprices.  But the only very definite
202:038,31['  ]| conclusion he came to was that 
202:038,31@a   | he should enjoy
202:038,32@a   | deucedly "going off" with her somewhere.
202:039,01['  ]| Two days later he went off with her to the Castle*of*Chillon.
202:039,02['  ]| He waited for her in the large hall of the
202:039,03['  ]| hotel, where the couriers, the servants, the foreign tourists
202:039,04['  ]| were lounging about and staring.  It wasn't the
202:039,05['  ]| place he would have chosen for a tryst, but she had
202:039,06['  ]| placidly appointed it.  She came tripping downstairs,
202:039,07['  ]| buttoning her long gloves, squeezing her folded parasol
202:039,08['  ]| against her pretty figure, dressed exactly in the way
202:039,09['  ]| that consorted best, to his fancy, with their adventure.
202:039,10['  ]| He was a man of imagination and, as our ancestors
202:039,11['  ]| used to say, of sensibility;as he took in her charming
202:039,12['  ]| air and caught from the great staircase her impatient
202:039,13['  ]| confiding step the note of some small sweet strain of
202:039,14['  ]| romance, not intense but clear and sweet, seemed to
202:039,15['  ]| sound for their start.  He could have believed 
202:039,15@a   | he was
202:039,16@a   | \really\ going "off" with her.  
202:039,16['  ]| He led her out through
202:039,17['  ]| all the idle people assembled ~~ they all looked at
202:039,18['  ]| her straight and hard:  she had begun to chatter as
202:039,19['  ]| soon as she joined him.  His preference had been that
202:039,20['  ]| they should be conveyed to Chillon in a carriage, but
202:039,21['  ]| she expressed a lively wish to go in the little steamer ~~
202:039,22@b   | there would be such a lovely breeze upon the water
202:039,23@b   | and they should see such lots of people.  The sail
202:039,24['  ]| wasn't long, but Winterbourne's companion found
202:039,25['  ]| time for many characteristic remarks and other demonstrations,
202:039,26['  ]| not a few of which were, from the extremity
202:039,27['  ]| of their candour, slightly disconcerting.  To
202:039,28['  ]| the young man himself their small excursion showed
202:039,29['  ]| so for delightfully irregular and incongruously intimate
202:039,30['  ]| that, even allowing for her habitual sense of freedom,
202:039,31['  ]| he had some expectation of seeing her appear to
202:039,32['  ]| find in it the same savour.  But it must be confessed
202:040,01['  ]| that he was in this particular rather disappointed.
202:040,02@a   | Miss*Miller was highly animated, she was in the
202:040,03@a   | brightest spirits; but she was clearly not at all in a nervous
202:040,04@a   | flutter ~~ as she should have been to match \his\
202:040,05@a   | tension; she avoided neither his eyes nor those of any*one
202:040,06@a   | else; she neither coloured from an awkward consciousness
202:040,07@a   | when she looked at him nor when she saw
202:040,08@a   | that people were looking at herself.  
202:040,08['  ]| People continued
202:040,09['  ]| to look at her a great deal, and Winterbourne could at
202:040,10['  ]| least take pleasure in his pretty companion's distinguished
202:040,11['  ]| air.  He had been privately afraid she would
202:040,12['  ]| talk loud, laugh overmuch, and even perhaps desire to
202:040,13['  ]| move extravagantly about the boat.  But he quite forgot
202:040,14['  ]| his fears; he sat smiling with his eyes on her face
202:040,15['  ]| while, without stirring from her place, she delivered
202:040,16['  ]| herself of a great number of original reflexions.  It was
202:040,17['  ]| the most charming innocent prattle he had ever heard,
202:040,18['  ]| for, by his own experience hitherto, 
202:040,18@a   | when young persons
202:040,19@a   | were so ingenuous they were less articulate and
202:040,20@a   | when they were so confident were more sophisticated.
202:040,21@a   | If he had assented to the idea that she was "common,"
202:040,22@a   | at any rate, \was\ she proving so, after all, or was he
202:040,23@a   | simply getting used to her commonness?  
202:040,23['  ]| Her discourse
202:040,24['  ]| was for the most part of what immediately and
202:040,25['  ]| superficially surrounded them, but there were moments
202:040,26['  ]| when it threw out a longer look or took a sudden
202:040,27['  ]| straight plunge.
202:040,28[B  ]| "What on \earth\ are you so solemn about?"  
202:040,28['  ]| she
202:040,29['  ]| suddenly demanded, fixing her agreeable eyes on her
202:040,30['  ]| friend's.
202:040,31[A  ]| "\Am\ I solemn?"  
202:040,31['  ]| he asked.  
202:040,31[A  ]| "I had an idea I was
202:040,32[A  ]| grinning from ear to ear."
202:041,01[B  ]| "You look as if you were taking me to a prayer-meeting
202:041,02[B  ]| or a funeral.  If that's a grin your ears are
202:041,03[B  ]| very near together."
202:041,04[A  ]| "Should you like me to dance a hornpipe on the
202:041,05[A  ]| deck?"
202:041,06[B  ]| "Pray do, and I'll carry round your hat.  It will pay
202:041,07[B  ]| the expenses of our journey."
202:041,08[A  ]| "I never was better pleased in my life,"  
202:041,08['  ]| Winterbourne
202:041,09['  ]| returned.
202:041,10['  ]| She looked at him a moment, then let it renew her
202:041,11['  ]| amusement.  
202:041,11[B  ]| "I like to make you say those things.
202:041,12[B  ]| You're a queer mixture!"
202:041,13['  ]| In the castle, after they had landed, nothing could
202:041,14['  ]| exceed the light independence of her humour.  She
202:041,15['  ]| tripped about the vaulted chambers, rustled her skirts
202:041,16['  ]| in the corkscrew staircases, flirted back with a pretty
202:041,17['  ]| little cry and a shudder from the edge of the \9oubliettes\
202:041,18['  ]| and turned a singularly well-shaped ear to everything
202:041,19['  ]| Winterbourne told her about the place.  But he saw
202:041,20['  ]| she cared little for media*eval history and that the grim
202:041,21['  ]| ghosts of Chillon loomed but faintly before her.  They
202:041,22['  ]| had the good fortune to have been able to wander
202:041,23['  ]| without other society than that of their guide; and
202:041,24['  ]| Winterbourne arranged with this companion that they
202:041,25['  ]| shouldn't be hurried ~~ that they should linger and
202:041,26['  ]| pause wherever they chose.  He interpreted the bargain
202:041,27['  ]| generously ~~ Winterbourne on his side had been
202:041,28['  ]| generous ~~ and ended by leaving them quite to themselves.
202:041,29['  ]| Miss*Miller's observations were marked by no
202:041,30['  ]| logical consistency; for anything she wanted to say
202:041,31['  ]| she was sure to find a pretext.  She found a great many,
202:041,32['  ]| in the tortuous passages and rugged embrasures
202:042,01['  ]| of the place, for asking her young man sudden questions
202:042,02['  ]| about himself, his family, his previous history,
202:042,03['  ]| his tastes, his habits, his designs, and for supplying
202:042,04['  ]| information on corresponding points in her own situation.
202:042,05['  ]| Of her own tastes, habits and designs the charming
202:042,06['  ]| creature was prepared to give the most definite and
202:042,07['  ]| indeed the most favourable account.
202:042,08[B  ]| "Well, I hope you know enough?"  
202:042,08['  ]| she exclaimed
202:042,09['  ]| after Winterbourne had sketched for her something
202:042,10['  ]| of the story of the unhappy Bonnivard.  
202:042,10[B  ]| "I never saw
202:042,11[B  ]| a man that knew so much!"  
202:042,11['  ]| The history of Bonnivard
202:042,12['  ]| had evidently, as they say, gone into one ear and out
202:042,13['  ]| of the other.  But this easy erudition struck her none
202:042,14['  ]| the less as wonderful, and she was soon 
202:042,14@b   | quite sure she
202:042,15@b   | wished Winterbourne would travel with them and
202:042,16@b   | "go round" with them:  they too in that case might
202:042,17@b   | learn something about something.  
202:042,17[B  ]| "Don't you want
202:042,18[B  ]| to come and teach Randolph?"  
202:042,18['  ]| she asked; 
202:042,18[B  ]| "I guess
202:042,19[B  ]| he'd improve with a gentleman teacher."  
202:042,19['  ]| Winterbourne
202:042,20['  ]| was 
202:042,20@a   | certain that nothing could possibly please
202:042,21@a   | him so much, but that he had unfortunately other
202:042,22@a   | occupations.  
202:042,22[B  ]| "Other occupations?  I don't believe
202:042,23[B  ]| a speck of it!"  
202:042,23['  ]| she protested.  
202:042,23[B  ]| "What do you mean
202:042,24[B  ]| now?  You're not in business."  
202:042,24['  ]| The young man allowed
202:042,25['  ]| that 
202:042,25@a   | he was not in business, but he had engagements
202:042,26@a   | which even within a day or two would necessitate
202:042,27@a   | his return to Geneva.  
202:042,27[B  ]| "Oh bother!"  
202:042,27['  ]| she panted,
202:042,28[B  ]| "I don't believe it!"  
202:042,28['  ]| and she began to talk about
202:042,29['  ]| something else.  But a few moments later, when he
202:042,30['  ]| was pointing out to her the interesting design of an
202:042,31['  ]| antique fireplace, she broke out irrelevantly:  
202:042,31[B  ]| "You
202:042,32[B  ]| don't mean to say you're going back to Geneva?"
202:043,01[A  ]| "It is a melancholy fact that I shall have to report
202:043,02[A  ]| myself there to-morrow."
202:043,03['  ]| She met it with a vivacity that could only flatter
202:043,04['  ]| him.  
202:043,04[B  ]| "Well, Mr%*Winterbourne, I think you're horrid!"
202:043,05[B  ]|
202:043,06[A  ]| "Oh don't say such dreadful things!"  
202:043,06['  ]| he quite
202:043,07['  ]| sincerely pleaded ~~ 
202:043,07[A  ]| "just at the last."
202:043,08[B  ]| "The last?"  
202:043,08['  ]| the girl cried; 
202:043,08[B  ]| "I call it the very first!
202:043,09[B  ]| I've half a mind to leave you here and go straight back
202:043,10[B  ]| to the hotel alone."  
202:043,10['  ]| And for the next ten minutes she
202:043,11['  ]| did nothing but call him horrid.  Poor Winterbourne
202:043,12['  ]| was fairly bewildered; no young lady had as yet done
202:043,13['  ]| him the honour to be so agitated by the mention
202:043,14['  ]| of his personal plans.  His companion, after this,
202:043,15['  ]| ceased to pay any attention to the curiosities of Chillon
202:043,16['  ]| or the beauties of the lake; she opened fire on the
202:043,17['  ]| special charmer in Geneva whom she appeared to
202:043,18['  ]| have instantly taken it for granted that he was hurrying
202:043,19['  ]| back to see.  
202:043,19@a   | How did Miss*Daisy*Miller know
202:043,20@a   | of that agent of his fate in Geneva?  
202:043,20['  ]| Winterbourne,
202:043,21['  ]| who denied the existence of such a person, was quite
202:043,22['  ]| unable to discover; and he was divided between
202:043,23['  ]| amazement at the rapidity of her induction and amusement
202:043,24['  ]| at the directness of her criticism.  She struck him
202:043,25['  ]| afresh, in all this, as an extraordinary mixture of innocence
202:043,26['  ]| and crudity.  
202:043,26[B  ]| "Does she never allow you more
202:043,27[B  ]| than three days at a time?"  
202:043,27['  ]| Miss*Miller wished ironically
202:043,28['  ]| to know.  
202:043,28[B  ]| "Doesn't she give you a vacation in
202:043,29[B  ]| summer?  there's no*one so hard-worked but they
202:043,30[B  ]| can get leave to go off somewhere at this season.  I
202:043,31[B  ]| suppose if you stay another day she'll come right after
202:043,32[B  ]| you in the boat.  Do wait over till Friday and I'll go
202:044,01[B  ]| down to the landing to see her arrive!"  
202:044,01['  ]| He began
202:044,02['  ]| at last even to feel 
202:044,02@a   | he had been wrong to be disappointed
202:044,03@a   | in the temper in which his young lady had
202:044,04@a   | embarked.  If he had missed the personal accent, the
202:044,05@a   | personal accent was now making its appearance.  
202:044,05['  ]| It
202:044,06['  ]| sounded very distinctly, toward the end, in her telling
202:044,07['  ]| him 
202:044,07@b   | she'd stop "teasing" him if he'd promise her
202:044,08@b   | solemnly to come down to Rome that winter.
202:044,09[A  ]| "That's not a difficult promise to make,"  
202:044,09['  ]| he hastened
202:044,10['  ]| to acknowledge.  
202:044,10[A  ]| "My aunt has taken an apartment
202:044,11[A  ]| in Rome from January and has already asked
202:044,12[A  ]| me to come and see her."
202:044,13[B  ]| "I don't want you to come for your aunt," 
202:044,13['  ]| said
202:044,14['  ]| Daisy; 
202:044,14[B  ]| "I want you just to come for me."  
202:044,14['  ]| And this
202:044,15['  ]| was the only allusion he was ever to hear her make
202:044,16['  ]| again to his invidious kinswoman.  He promised her
202:044,17['  ]| that 
202:044,17@a   | at any rate he would certainly come, 
202:044,17['  ]| and after
202:044,18['  ]| this she forbore from teasing.  Winterbourne took a
202:044,19['  ]| carriage and they drove back to Vevey in the dusk;
202:044,20['  ]| the girl at his side, her animation a  little spent, was
202:044,21['  ]| now quite distractingly passive.
202:044,22['  ]| In the evening he mentioned to Mrs%*Costello that
202:044,23@a   | he had spent the afternoon at Chillon with Miss*Daisy*Miller.
202:044,24@a   |
202:044,25[D  ]| "The Americans ~~ of the courier?"  
202:044,25['  ]| asked this
202:044,26['  ]| lady.
202:044,27[A  ]| "Ah happily the courier stayed at home."
202:044,28[D  ]| "She went with you all alone?"
202:044,29[A  ]| "All alone."
202:044,30['  ]| Mrs%*Costello sniffed a little at her smelling-bottle.
202:044,31[D  ]| "And that," 
202:044,31['  ]| she exclaimed, 
202:044,31[D  ]| "is the little abomination
202:044,32[D  ]| you wanted me to know!"
203:045,01['  ]| Winterbourne, who had returned to Geneva the day
203:045,02['  ]| after his excursion to Chillon, went to Rome toward the
203:045,03['  ]| end of January.  His aunt had been established there
203:045,04['  ]| a considerable time and he had received from her
203:045,05['  ]| a couple of characteristic letters.  
203:045,05[D  ]| "Those people you
203:045,06[D  ]| were so devoted to last summer at Vevey have turned
203:045,07[D  ]| up here, courier and all,"  
203:045,07['  ]| she wrote.  
203:045,07[D  ]| "They seem to
203:045,08[D  ]| have made several acquaintances, but the courier continues
203:045,09[D  ]| to be the most \9intime\.  The young lady, however,
203:045,10[D  ]| is also very intimate with various third-rate Italians,
203:045,11[D  ]| with whom she rackets about in a way that makes
203:045,12[D  ]| much talk.  Bring me that pretty novel of Cherbuliez's
203:045,13[D  ]| ~~ ""Paule*Me=re="" ~~ and don't come later than the 23d%"
203:045,14['  ]| Our friend would in the natural course of events,
203:045,15['  ]| on arriving in Rome, have presently ascertained Mrs%*Miller's
203:045,16['  ]| address at the American banker's and gone
203:045,17['  ]| to pay his compliments to Miss*Daisy.  
203:045,17[A  ]| "After what
203:045,18[A  ]| happened at Vevey I certainly think I may call upon
203:045,19[A  ]| them,"  
203:045,19['  ]| he said to Mrs%*Costello.
203:045,20[D  ]| "If after what happens ~~ at Vevey and everywhere
203:045,21[D  ]| ~~ you desire to keep up the acquaintance,
203:045,22[D  ]| you're very welcome.  Of course you're not squeamish
203:045,23[D  ]| ~~ a man may know every*one.  Men are welcome
203:045,24[D  ]| to the privilege!"
203:045,25[A  ]| "Pray what is it then that ""happens"" ~~ here for
203:045,26[A  ]| instance?"  
203:045,26['  ]| Winterbourne asked.
203:045,27[D  ]| "Well, the girl tears about alone with her unmistakeably
203:046,01[D  ]| low foreigners.  As to what happens further
203:046,02[D  ]| you must apply elsewhere for information.  She has
203:046,03[D  ]| picked up half a dozen of the regular Roman fortune-hunters
203:046,04[D  ]| of the inferior sort and she takes them about
203:046,05[D  ]| to such houses as she may put \her\ nose into.  When she
203:046,06[D  ]| comes to a party ~~ such a party as she can come to ~~
203:046,07[D  ]| she brings with her a gentleman with a good deal of
203:046,08[D  ]| manner and a wonderful moustache."
203:046,09[A  ]| "And where's the mother?"
203:046,10[D  ]| "I haven't the least idea.  They're very dreadful
203:046,11[D  ]| people."
203:046,12['  ]| Winterbourne thought them over in these new
203:046,13['  ]| lights.  
203:046,13[A  ]| "They're very ignorant ~~ very innocent only,
203:046,14[A  ]| and utterly uncivilised.  Depend on it they're not
203:046,15[A  ]| ""bad."" "
203:046,16[D  ]| "They're hopelessly vulgar," 
203:046,16['  ]| said Mrs%*Costello.
203:046,17[D  ]| "Whether or no being hopelessly vulgar is being ""bad""
203:046,18[D  ]| is a question for the metaphysicians.  They're bad
203:046,19[D  ]| enough to blush for, at any rate; and for this short life
203:046,20[D  ]| that's quite enough."
203:046,21['  ]| The news that his little friend the child of nature of
203:046,22['  ]| the Swiss lakeside was now surrounded by half a
203:046,23['  ]| dozen wonderful moustaches checked Winterbourne's
203:046,24['  ]| impulse to go straightway to see her.  He had perhaps
203:046,25['  ]| not definitely flattered himself that he had made an
203:046,26['  ]| ineffaceable impression upon her heart, but he was
203:046,27['  ]| annoyed at hearing of a state of affairs so little in harmony
203:046,28['  ]| with an image that had lately flitted in and out
203:046,29['  ]| of his own meditations; the image of a very pretty girl
203:046,30['  ]| looking out of an old Roman window and asking herself
203:046,31['  ]| urgently when Mr%*Winterbourne would arrive.
203:046,32['  ]| If, however, he determined to wait a little before reminding
203:047,01['  ]| this young lady of his claim to her faithful
203:047,02['  ]| remembrance, he called with more promptitude on
203:047,03['  ]| two or three other friends.  One of these friends was an
203:047,04['  ]| American lady who had spent several winters at
203:047,05['  ]| Geneva, where she had placed her children at school.
203:047,06['  ]| She was a very accomplished woman and she lived in
203:047,07['  ]| Via*Gregoriana.  Winterbourne found her in a little
203:047,08['  ]| crimson drawing-room on a third floor; the room was
203:047,09['  ]| filled with southern sunshine.  He hadn't been there
203:047,10['  ]| ten minutes when the servant, appearing in the doorway,
203:047,11['  ]| announced complacently 
203:047,11[W  ]| "Madame*Mila!"
203:047,12['  ]| This announcement was presently followed by the
203:047,13['  ]| entrance of little Randolph*Miller, who stopped in the
203:047,14['  ]| middle of the room and stood staring at Winterbourne.
203:047,15['  ]| An instant later his pretty sister crossed the
203:047,16['  ]| threshold; and then, after a considerable interval, the
203:047,17['  ]| parent of the pair slowly advanced.
203:047,18[C  ]| "I guess I know you!"  
203:047,18['  ]| Randolph broke ground
203:047,19['  ]| without delay.
203:047,20[A  ]| "I'm sure you know a great many things" ~~ 
203:047,20['  ]| and
203:047,21['  ]| his old friend clutched him all interestedly by the
203:047,22['  ]| arm.  
203:047,22[A  ]| "How's your education coming on?"
203:047,23['  ]| Daisy was engaged in some pretty babble with her
203:047,24['  ]| hostess, but when she heard Winterbourne's voice she
203:047,25['  ]| quickly turned her head with 
203:047,25[B  ]| "Well, I declare!"
203:047,26['  ]| which he met smiling.  
203:047,26[A  ]| "I told you I should come, you
203:047,27[A  ]| know."
203:047,28[B  ]| "Well, I didn't believe it," 
203:047,28['  ]| she answered.
203:047,29[A  ]| "I'm much obliged to you for that," 
203:047,29['  ]| laughed the
203:047,30['  ]| young man.
203:047,31[B  ]| "You might have come to see me then," 
203:047,31['  ]| Daisy went
203:047,32['  ]| on as if they had parted the week before.
203:048,01[A  ]| "I arrived only yesterday."
203:048,02[B  ]| "I don't believe any such thing!"  
203:048,02['  ]| the girl declared
203:048,03['  ]| afresh.
203:048,04['  ]| Winterbourne turned with a protesting smile to her
203:048,05['  ]| mother, but this lady evaded his glance and, seating
203:048,06['  ]| herself, fixed her eyes on her son.  
203:048,06[C  ]| "We've got a bigger
203:048,07[C  ]| place than this," 
203:048,07['  ]| Randolph hereupon broke out.  
203:048,07[C  ]| "It's
203:048,08[C  ]| all gold on the walls."
203:048,09['  ]| Mrs*Miller, more of a fatalist apparently than ever,
203:048,10['  ]| turned uneasily in her chair.  
203:048,10[E  ]| "I told you if I was to
203:048,11[E  ]| bring you you'd say something!"  
203:048,11['  ]| she started as for the
203:048,12['  ]| benefit of such of the company as might hear it.
203:048,13[C  ]| "I told \you\!"  
203:048,13['  ]| Randolph retorted.  
203:048,13[C  ]| "I tell \you\ sir!"
203:048,14['  ]| he added jocosely, giving Winterbourne a thump on
203:048,15['  ]| the knee.  
203:048,15[C  ]| "It \is\ bigger too!"
203:048,16['  ]| As Daisy's conversatio with her hostess still occupied
203:048,17['  ]| her Winterbourne judged it becoming to address
203:048,18['  ]| a few words to her mother ~~ such as 
203:048,18[A  ]| "I hope you've
203:048,19[A  ]| been well since we parted at Vevey."
203:048,20['  ]| Mrs%*Miller now certainly looked at him ~~ at his
203:048,21['  ]| chin.  
203:048,21[E  ]| "Not very well, sir,"  
203:048,21['  ]| she answered.
203:048,22[C  ]| "She's got the dyspepsia," 
203:048,22['  ]| said Randolph.  
203:048,22[C  ]| "I've
203:048,23[C  ]| got it too.  Father's got it bad.  But I've got it worst!"
203:048,24['  ]| This proclamation, instead of embarrassing Mrs%*Miller,
203:048,25['  ]| seemed to soothe her by reconstituting the
203:048,26['  ]| environment to which she was most accustomed.  
203:048,26[E  ]| "I
203:048,27[E  ]| suffer from the liver," 
203:048,27['  ]| she amiably whined to Winterbourne.
203:048,28[E  ]| "I think it's this climate; it's less bracing
203:048,29[E  ]| than Schenectady, especially in the winter season.  I
203:048,30[E  ]| don't know whether you know we reside at Schenectady.
203:048,31[E  ]| I was saying to Daisy that 
203:048,31@e   | I certainly hadn't
203:048,32@e   | found any*one like Dr%*Davis and I didn't believe I
203:049,01@e   | \would\.  
203:049,01[E  ]| Oh up in Schenectady, he stands first; they
203:049,02[E  ]| think everything of Dr%*DAvis.  He has so much to do,
203:049,03[E  ]| and yet there was nothing he wouldn't do for \me\.  He
203:049,04[E  ]| said 
203:049,04@w   | he never saw anything like my dyspepsia, but he
203:049,05@w   | was bound to get at it.  
203:049,05[E  ]| I'm sure there was nothing he
203:049,06[E  ]| woudn't try, and I didn't care what he did to me if
203:049,07[E  ]| he only brought me relief.  He was just going to try
203:049,08[E  ]| something new, and I just longed for it, when we came
203:049,09[E  ]| right off.  Mr%*Miller felt as if he wanted Daisy to see
203:049,10[E  ]| Europe for herself.  But I couldn't help writing the
203:049,11[E  ]| other day that 
203:049,11@e   | I supposed it was all right for Daisy,
203:049,12@e   | but that I didn't know as I \could\ get on much longer
203:049,13@e   | without Dr%*Davis.  
203:049,13[E  ]| At Schenectady he stands at the
203:049,14[E  ]| very top; and there's a great deal of sickness there too.
203:049,15[E  ]| It affects my sleep."
203:049,16['  ]| Winterbourne had a good deal of pathological
203:049,17['  ]| gossip with Dr%*Davis's patient, during which Daisy
203:049,18['  ]| chattered unremittingly to her own companion.  The
203:049,19['  ]| young man asked Mrs%*Miller 
203:049,19@a   | how she was pleased
203:049,20@a   | with Rome.  
203:049,20[E  ]| "Well, I must say I'm disappointed,"
203:049,21['  ]| she confessed.  
203:049,21[E  ]| "We had heard so much about it ~~ I
203:049,22[E  ]| suppose we had heard too much.  But we couldn't help
203:049,23[E  ]| that.  We had been led to expect something different."
203:049,24['  ]| Winterbourne, however, abounded in reassurance.
203:049,25[A  ]| "Ah wait a little, and you'll grow very fond of it."
203:049,26[C  ]| "I hate it worse and worse every day!"  
203:049,26['  ]| cried Randolph.
203:049,27['  ]|
203:049,28[A  ]| "You're like the infant Hannibal,"  
203:049,28['  ]| his friend
203:049,29['  ]| laughed.
203:049,30[C  ]| "No I ain't ~~ like any infant!"  
203:049,30['  ]| Randolph declared
203:049,31['  ]| at a venture.
203:049,32[E  ]| "Well, that's so ~~ and you never \were\!"  
203:049,32['  ]| his
203:050,01['  ]| mother concurred.  
203:050,01[E  ]| "But we've seen places," 
203:050,01['  ]| she
203:050,02['  ]| resumed, 
203:050,02[E  ]| "that I'd put a long way ahead of Rome."
203:050,03['  ]| And in reply to Winterbourne's interrogation,
203:050,04[E  ]| "There's Zu^rich ~~ up there in the mountains,"
203:050,05['  ]| she instanced; 
203:050,05[E  ]| "I think Zu^rich's real lovely, and we
203:050,06[E  ]| hadn't heard half so much about it."
203:050,07[C  ]| "The best place we've seen's the \City*of*Richmond\!"
203:050,08['  ]| said Randolph.
203:050,09[E  ]| "He means the ship," 
203:050,09['  ]| Mrs%*Miller explained.  
203:050,09[E  ]| "We
203:050,10[E  ]| crossed in that ship.  Randolph had a good time on the
203:050,11[E  ]| \City*of*Richmond\"
203:050,12[C  ]| "It's the best place \I've\ struck," 
203:050,12['  ]| the child repeated.
203:050,13[C  ]| "Only it was turned the wrong way."
203:050,14[E  ]| "Well, we've got to turn the right way sometime,"
203:050,15['  ]| said Mrs%*Miller with strained but weak optimism.
203:050,16['  ]| Winterbourne expressed the hope that 
203:050,16@a   | her daughter at
203:050,17@a   | least appreciated the so various interest of Rome, 
203:050,17['  ]| and
203:050,18['  ]| she declared with some spirit that 
203:050,18@e   | Daisy was quite
203:050,19@e   | carried away.  
203:050,19[E  ]| "It's on account of the society ~~ the
203:050,20[E  ]| society's splendid.  She goes round everywhere; she
203:050,21[E  ]| has made a great number of acquaintances.  Of course
203:050,22[E  ]| she goes round more than I do.  I must say they've all
203:050,23[E  ]| been very sweet ~~ they've taken her right in.  And
203:050,24[E  ]| then she knows a great many gentlemen.  Oh she
203:050,25[E  ]| thinks there's nothing like Rome.  Of course it's a
203:050,26[E  ]| great deal pleasanter for a young lady if she knows
203:050,27[E  ]| plenty of gentlemen."
203:050,28['  ]| By this time Daisy had turned her attention again
203:050,29['  ]| to Winterbourne, but in quite the same free form.
203:050,30[B  ]| "I've been telling Mrs%*Walker how mean you were!"
203:050,31[A  ]| "And what's the evidence you've offered?"  
203:050,31['  ]| he
203:050,32['  ]| asked, a trifle disconcerted, for all his superior gallantry,
203:051,01['  ]| by her inadequate measure of the zeal of an
203:051,02['  ]| admirer who on his way down to Rome had stopped
203:051,03['  ]| neither at Bologna nor at Florence, simply because of
203:051,04['  ]| a certain sweet appeal to his fond fancy, not to say to
203:051,05['  ]| his finest curiosity.  He remembered how a cynical
203:051,06['  ]| compatriot had once told him that 
203:051,06@w   | American women
203:051,07['  ]| ~~ the pretty ones, and this gave a largeness to the
203:051,08['  ]| axiom ~~ 
203:051,08@w   | were at once the most exacting in the world
203:051,09@w   | and the least endowed with a sense of indebtedness.
203:051,10[B  ]| "Why you were awfully mean up at Vevey," 
203:051,10['  ]| Daisy
203:051,11['  ]| said.  
203:051,11[B  ]| "You wouldn't do most anything.  You
203:051,12[B  ]| wouldn't stay there when I asked you."
203:051,13[A  ]| "Dearest young lady," 
203:051,13['  ]| cried Winterbourne, with
203:051,14['  ]| generous passion, 
203:051,14[A  ]| "have I come all the way to Rome
203:051,15[A  ]| only to be riddled by your silver shafts?"
203:051,16[B  ]| "Just hear him say that!" ~~ 
203:051,16['  ]| and she gave an affectionate
203:051,17['  ]| twist to a bow on her hostess's dress.  
203:051,17[B  ]| "Did you
203:051,18[B  ]| ever hear anything so quaint?"
203:051,19[G  ]| "So ""quaint"" my dear?"  
203:051,19['  ]| echoed Mrs%*Walker more
203:051,20['  ]| critically ~~ quite in the tone of a partisan of Winterbourne.
203:051,21['  ]|
203:051,22[B  ]| "Well, I don't know" ~~ 
203:051,22['  ]| and the girl continued to
203:051,23['  ]| finger her ribbons.  
203:051,23[B  ]| "Mrs%*Walker, I want to tell you
203:051,24[B  ]| something."
203:051,25[C  ]| "Say, mother-r," 
203:051,25['  ]| broke in Randolph with his rough
203:051,26['  ]| ends to his words, 
203:051,26[C  ]| "I tell you you've got to go.
203:051,27[C  ]| Eugenio'll raise something!"
203:051,28[B  ]| "I'm not afraid of Eugenio," 
203:051,28['  ]| said Daisy with a toss
203:051,29['  ]| of her head.  
203:051,29[B  ]| "Look here Mrs%*Walker," 
203:051,29['  ]| she went on,
203:051,30[B  ]| "you know I'm coming to your party."
203:051,31[G  ]| "I'm delighted to hear it."
203:051,32[B  ]| "I've got a lovely dress."
203:052,01[G  ]| "I'm very sure of that."
203:052,02[B  ]| "But I want to ask a favour ~~ permission to bring
203:052,03[B  ]| a friend."
203:052,04[G  ]| "I shall be happy to see any of your friends,"
203:052,05['  ]| said Mrs%*Walker, who turned with a smile to Mrs%*Miller.
203:052,06['  ]|
203:052,07[E  ]| "Oh they're not my friends," 
203:052,07['  ]| cried that lady,
203:052,08['  ]| squirming in shy repudiation.  
203:052,08[E  ]| "It seems as if they
203:052,09[E  ]| didn't take to \me\ ~~ I never spoke to one of them!"
203:052,10[B  ]| "It's an intimate friend of mine, Mr%*Giovanelli,"
203:052,11['  ]| Daisy pursued without a tremor in her young clearness
203:052,12['  ]| or a shadow on her shining bloom.
203:052,13['  ]| Mrs%*Walker had a pause and gave a rapid glance at
203:052,14['  ]| Winterbourne.  
203:052,14[G  ]| "I shall be glad to see Mr%*Giovanelli,"
203:052,15['  ]| she then returned.
203:052,16[B  ]| "He's just the finest kind of Italian," 
203:052,16['  ]| Daisy pursued
203:052,17['  ]| with the prettiest serenity.  
203:052,17[B  ]| "He's a great friend
203:052,18[B  ]| of mine and the handsomest man in the world ~~ except
203:052,19[B  ]| Mr%*Winterbourne!  He knows plenty of Italians,
203:052,20[B  ]| but he wants to know some Americans.  It seems as if
203:052,21[B  ]| he was crazy about Americans.  He's tremendously
203:052,22[B  ]| bright.  He's perfectly lovely!"
203:052,23['  ]| It was settled that this paragon should be brought
203:052,24['  ]| to Mrs%*Walker's party, and then Mrs%*Miller prepared
203:052,25['  ]| to take her leave.  
203:052,25[E  ]| "I guess we'll go right back
203:052,26[E  ]| to the hotel,"  
203:052,26['  ]| she remarked with a confessed failure of
203:052,27['  ]| the larger imagination.
203:052,28[B  ]| "You may go back to the hotel, mother," Daisy
203:052,29['  ]| replied, 
203:052,29[B  ]| "but I'm just going to walk round."
203:052,30[C  ]| "She's going to go it with Mr%*Giovanelli," 
203:052,30['  ]| Randolph
203:052,31['  ]| unscrupulously commented.
203:052,32[B  ]| "I'm going to go it on the Pincio," 
203:052,32['  ]| Daisy peaceably
203:053,01['  ]| smiled, while the way that she "condoned"
203:053,02['  ]| these things almost melted Winterbourne's heart.
203:053,03[G  ]| "Alone, my dear ~~ at this hour?"  
203:053,03['  ]| Mrs%*Walker
203:053,04['  ]| asked.  The afternoon was drawing to a close ~~ it
203:053,05['  ]| was the hour for the throng of carriages and of contemplative
203:053,06['  ]| pedestrians.  
203:053,06[G  ]| "I don't consider it's safe,
203:053,07[G  ]| Daisy,"  
203:053,07['  ]| her hostess firmly asserted.
203:053,08[E  ]| "Neither do I then," 
203:053,08['  ]| Mrs%*Miller thus borrowed
203:053,09['  ]| confidence to add.  
203:053,09[E  ]| "You'll catch the fever as sure as
203:053,10[E  ]| you live.  Remember what Dr%*Davis told you!"
203:053,11[C  ]| "Give her some of that medicine before she starts
203:053,12[C  ]| in," 
203:053,12['  ]| Randolph suggested.
203:053,13['  ]| The company had risen to its feet; Daisy, still showing
203:053,14['  ]| her pretty teeth, bent over and kissed her hostess.
203:053,15[B  ]| "Mrs%*Walker, you're too perfect," 
203:053,15['  ]| she simply said.
203:053,16[B  ]| "I'm not going alone; I'm going to meet a friend."
203:053,17[E  ]| "Your friend won't keep you from catching the
203:053,18[E  ]| fever even it it \is\ his own second nature,"  
203:053,18['  ]| Mrs%*Miller
203:053,19['  ]| observed.
203:053,20[G  ]| "Is it Mr%*Giovanelli that's the dangerous attraction?"
203:053,21['  ]| Mrs%*Walker asked without mercy.
203:053,22['  ]| Winterbourne was watching the challenged girl; at
203:053,23['  ]| this question his attention quickened.  She stood there
203:053,24['  ]| smiling and smoothing her bonnet-ribbons; she
203:053,25['  ]| glanced at Winterbourne.  Then, while she glanced
203:053,26['  ]| and smiled, she brought out all affirmatively and
203:053,27['  ]| without a shade of hesitation:  
203:053,27[B  ]| "Mr%*Giovanelli ~~ the
203:053,28[B  ]| beautiful Giovanelli."
203:053,29[G  ]| "My dear young friend" ~~ 
203:053,29['  ]| and, taking her hand,
203:053,30['  ]| Mrs%*Walker turned to pleading ~~ 
203:053,30[G  ]| "don't prowl off
203:053,31[G  ]| to the Pincio at this hour to meet a beautiful Italian."
203:053,32[G  ]|
203:054,01[E  ]| "Well, he speaks first-rate English," 
203:054,01['  ]| Mrs%*Miller 
203:054,02['  ]| incoherently mentioned.
203:054,03[B  ]| "Gracious me," 
203:054,03['  ]| Daisy piped up, 
203:054,03[B  ]| "I don't want to
203:054,04[B  ]| do anything that's going to affect my health ~~ or my
203:054,05[B  ]| character either!  There's an easy way to settle it."
203:054,06['  ]| Her eyes contined to play over Winterbourne.  
203:054,06[B  ]| "The
203:054,07[B  ]| Pincio's only a hundred yards off, and if Mr%*Winterbourne
203:054,08[B  ]| were as polite as he pretends he'd offer to
203:054,09[B  ]| walk right in with me!"
203:054,10['  ]| Winterbourne's politeness hastened to proclaim
203:054,11['  ]| itself, and the girl gave him gracious leave to accompany
203:054,12['  ]| her.  They passed downstairs before her mother,
203:054,13['  ]| and at the door he saw Mrs%*Miller's carriage
203:054,14['  ]| drawn up, with the ornamental courier whose acquaintance
203:054,15['  ]| he had made at Vevey seated within.  
203:054,15[B  ]| "Good-bye,
203:054,16[B  ]| Eugenio," 
203:054,16['  ]| cried Daisy; 
203:054,16[B  ]| "I'm going to take a
203:054,17[B  ]| walk!"  
203:054,17['  ]| The distance from Via*Gregorina to the
203:054,18['  ]| beautiful garden at the other end of the Pincian*Hill
203:054,19['  ]| is in fact rapidly traversed.  As the day was
203:054,20['  ]| splendid, however, and the concourse of vehicles,
203:054,21['  ]| walkers and loungers numerous, the young Americans
203:054,22['  ]| found their progress much delayed.  This fact
203:054,23['  ]| was highly agreeable to Winterbourne, in spite of
203:054,24['  ]| his consciousness of his singular situation.  The slow-moving,
203:054,25['  ]| idly-gazing Roman crowd bestowed much
203:054,26['  ]| attention on the extremely pretty young woman
203:054,27['  ]| of English race who passed through it, with some
203:054,28['  ]| difficulty, on his arm; and he wondered 
203:054,28@a   | what on
203:054,29@a   | earth had been in Daisy's mind when she proposed
203:054,30@a   | to exhibit herself unattended to its appreciation.  His
203:054,31@a   | own mission, to her sense, was apparently to consign
203:054,32@a   | her to the hands of Mr%*Giovanelli; 
203:054,32['  ]| but, at once
203:055,01['  ]| annoyed and gratified, he resolved that 
203:055,01@a   | he would do
203:055,02@a   | no such thing.
203:055,03[B  ]| "Why haven't you been to see me?"  
203:055,03['  ]| she meanwhile
203:055,04['  ]| asked.  
203:055,04[B  ]| "You can't get out of that."
203:055,05[A  ]| "I've had the honour of telling you that I've only
203:055,06[A  ]| just stepped out of the train."
203:055,07[B  ]| "You must have stayed in the train a good while
203:055,08[B  ]| after it stopped!"  
203:055,08['  ]| she derisively cried.  
203:055,08[B  ]| "I suppose you
203:055,09[B  ]| were asleep.  You've had time to go to see Mrs%*Walker."
203:055,10[B  ]|
203:055,11[A  ]| "I knew Mrs%*Walker ~~ " 
203:055,11['  ]| Winterbourne began to
203:055,12['  ]| explain.
203:055,13[B  ]| "I know when you knew her.  You knew her at
203:055,14[B  ]| Geneva.  She told me so.  Well, you knew me at
203:055,15[B  ]| Vevey.  That's just as good.  So you ought to have
203:055,16[B  ]| come."  
203:055,16['  ]| She asked him no other question than this;
203:055,17['  ]| she began to prattle about her own affairs.  
203:055,17[B  ]| "We've
203:055,18[B  ]| got splendid rooms at the hotel; Eugenio says 
203:055,18@f   | they're
203:055,19@f   | the best rooms in Rome.  
203:055,19[B  ]| We're going to stay all winter
203:055,20[B  ]| ~~ if we don't die of the fever; and I guess we'll
203:055,21[B  ]| stay then!  It's a great deal nicer than I thought; I
203:055,22[B  ]| thought it would be fearfully quiet ~~ in fact I was
203:055,23[B  ]| sure it would be deadly pokey.  I foresaw we should
203:055,24[B  ]| be going round all the time with one of those dreadful
203:055,25[B  ]| old men who explain about the pictures and things.
203:055,26[B  ]| But we only had about a week of that, and now I'm
203:055,27[B  ]| enjoying myself.  I know ever so many people, and
203:055,28[B  ]| they're all so charming.  The society's extremely
203:055,29[B  ]| select.  There are all kinds ~~ English and Germans
203:055,30[B  ]| and Italians.  I think I like the English best.  I like
203:055,31[B  ]| their style of conversation.  But there are some lovely
203:055,32[B  ]| Americans.  I never saw anything so hospitable.
203:056,01[B  ]| There's something or other every day.  There's not
203:056,02[B  ]| much dancing ~~ but I must say I never thought
203:056,03[B  ]| dancing was everything.  I was always fond of conversation.
203:056,04[B  ]| I guess I'll have plenty at Mrs%*Walker's ~~
203:056,05[B  ]| her rooms are so small."  
203:056,05['  ]| When they had passed the
203:056,06['  ]| gate of the Pincian*Gardens Miss*Miller began to
203:056,07['  ]| wonder where Mr%*Giovanelli might be.  
203:056,07[B  ]| "We had
203:056,08[B  ]| better go straight to that place in front, where you
203:056,09[B  ]| look at the view."
203:056,10['  ]| Winterbourne at this took a stand.  
203:056,10[A  ]| "I certainly
203:056,11[A  ]| shan't help you to find him."
203:056,12[B  ]| "Then I shall find him without you," 
203:056,12['  ]| Daisy said
203:056,13['  ]| with spirit.
203:056,14[A  ]| "You certainly won't leave me!"  
203:056,14['  ]| he protested.
203:056,15['  ]| She burst into her familiar little laugh.  
203:056,15[B  ]| "Are you
203:056,16[B  ]| afraid you'll get lost ~~ or run over?  But there's
203:056,17[B  ]| Giovanelli leaning against that tree.  He's staring at
203:056,18[B  ]| the women in the carriages:  did you ever see anything
203:056,19[B  ]| so cool?"
203:056,20['  ]| Winterbourne descried hereupon at some distance
203:056,21['  ]| a little figure that stood with folded arms
203:056,22['  ]| and nursing its cane.  It had a handsome face, a hat
203:056,23['  ]| artfully poised, a glass in one eye and a nosegay
203:056,24['  ]| in its buttonhole.  Daisy's friend looked at it a moment
203:056,25['  ]| and then said:  
203:056,25[A  ]| "Do you mean to speak to that
203:056,26[A  ]| thing?"
203:056,27[B  ]| "Do I mean to speak to him?  Why you don't suppose
203:056,28[B  ]| I mean to communicate by signs!"
203:056,29[A  ]| "Pray understand then," 
203:056,29['  ]| the young man returned,
203:056,30[B  ]| "that I intend to remain with you."
203:056,31['  ]| Daisy stopped and looked at him without a sign of
203:056,32['  ]| troubled consciousness, with nothing in her face but
203:057,01['  ]| her charming eyes, her charming teeth and her happy
203:057,02['  ]| dimples.  
203:057,02@a   | "Well, she's a cool one!"  
203:057,02['  ]| he thought.
203:057,03[B  ]| "I don't like the way you say that," 
203:057,03['  ]| she declared.
203:057,04[B  ]| "It's too imperious."
203:057,05[A  ]| "I beg your pardon if I say it wrong.  The main
203:057,06[A  ]| point's to give you an idea of my meaning."
203:057,07['  ]| The girl looked at him more gravely, but with eyes
203:057,08['  ]| that were prettier than ever.  
203:057,08[B  ]| "I've never allowed a
203:057,09[B  ]| gentleman to dictate to me or to interfere with anything
203:057,10[B  ]| I do."
203:057,11[A  ]| "I think that's just where your mistake has come
203:057,12[A  ]| in,"  
203:057,12['  ]| he retorted.  
203:057,12[A  ]| "You should sometimes listen to a
203:057,13[A  ]| gentleman ~~ the right one."
203:057,14['  ]| As this she began to laugh again.  
203:057,14[B  ]| "I do nothing but
203:057,15[B  ]| listen to gentlemen!  Tell me if Mr%*Giovanelli is the
203:057,16[B  ]| right one."
203:057,17['  ]| The gentleman with the nosegay in his bosom had
203:057,18['  ]| now made out our two friends and was approaching
203:057,19['  ]| Miss*Miller with obsequious rapidity.  He bowed to
203:057,20['  ]| Winterbourne as well as to the latter's compatriot; he
203:057,21['  ]| seemed to shine, in his coxcombical way, with the
203:057,22['  ]| desire to please and the fact of his own intelligent joy,
203:057,23['  ]| though Winterbourne thought him 
203:057,23@a   | not a bad-looking
203:057,24@a   | fellow.  
203:057,24['  ]| But he nevertheless said to Daisy:  
203:057,24[A  ]| "No, he's
203:057,25[A  ]| not the right one."
203:057,26@a   | She had clearly a natural turn for free introductions;
203:057,27@a   | she mentioned with the easiest grace the name
203:057,28@a   | of each of her companions to the other.  
203:057,28['  ]| She strolled
203:057,29['  ]| forward with one of them on either hand; Mr%*Giovanelli,
203:057,30['  ]| who spoke English very cleverly ~~ Winterbourne
203:057,31['  ]| afterwards learned that he had practised the
203:057,32['  ]| idiom upon a great many American heiresses ~~ addressed
203:058,01['  ]| her a great deal of very polite nonsense.  He
203:058,02['  ]| had the best possible  manners, and the young American,
203:058,03['  ]| who said nothing, reflected on that depth of Italian
203:058,04['  ]| subtlety, so strangely opposed to Anglo-Saxon
203:058,05['  ]| simplicity, which enables people to show a smoother
203:058,06['  ]| surface in proportion as they're more acutely displeased.
203:058,07['  ]| Giovanelli of course had counted upon something
203:058,08['  ]| more intimate ~~ he had not bargained for a
203:058,09['  ]| party of three; but he kept his temper in a manner
203:058,10['  ]| that suggested far-stretching intentions.  Winterbourne
203:058,11['  ]| flattered himself he had taken his measure.
203:058,12@a   | "He's anything but a gentleman," 
203:058,12['  ]| said the young
203:058,13['  ]| American; 
203:058,13@a   | "he isn't even a very plausible imitation
203:058,14@a   | of one.  He's a music-master or a penny-a-liner or a
203:058,15@a   | third-rate artist.  He's awfully on his good behaviour,
203:058,16@a   | but damn his fine eyes!"  
203:058,16['  ]| Mr%*Giovanelli had indeed
203:058,17['  ]| great advantages; but it was deeply disgusting to
203:058,18['  ]| Daisy's other friend that something in her shouldn't
203:058,19['  ]| have instinctively discriminated against such a type.
203:058,20['  ]| Giovanelli chattered and jested and made himself
203:058,21['  ]| agreeable according to his honest Roman lights.  It
203:058,22['  ]| was true that if he was an imitation the imitation was
203:058,23['  ]| studied.  
203:058,23@a   | "Nevertheless," 
203:058,23['  ]| Winterbourne said to himself,
203:058,24@a   | "a nice girl ought to know!"  
203:058,24['  ]| And then he came
203:058,25['  ]| back to the dreadful question of 
203:058,25@a   | whether this \was\ in
203:058,26@a   | fact a nice girl.  Would a nice girl ~~ even allowing for
203:058,27@a   | her being a little American flirt ~~ make a rendezvous
203:058,28@a   | with a presumably low-lived foreigner?  The rendezvous
203:058,29@a   | in this case indeed had been in broad daylight and
203:058,30@a   | in the most crowded corner of Rome; but wasn't it
203:058,31@a   | possible to regard the choice of these very circumstances
203:058,32@a   | as a proof more of vulgarity than of anything
203:059,01@a   | else?  
203:059,01['  ]| Singular though it may seem, Winterbourne was
203:059,02['  ]| vexed that the girl, in joining her \8amoroso\, shouldn't
203:059,03['  ]| appear more impatient of his own company, and he
203:059,04['  ]| was vexed precisely because of his inclination.  It was
203:059,05['  ]| impossible to regard her as a wholly unspotted flower
203:059,06['  ]| ~~ she lacked a certain indispensable fineness; and it
203:059,07['  ]| would therefore much simplify the situation to be able
203:059,08['  ]| to treat her as the subject of one of the visitations
203:059,09['  ]| known to romances as "lawless passions."  That she
203:059,10['  ]| should seem to wish to get rid of him would have
203:059,11['  ]| helped him to think more lightly of her, just as to be
203:059,12['  ]| able to think more lightly of her would have made her
203:059,13['  ]| less perplexing.  Daisy at any rate continued on this
203:059,14['  ]| occasion to present herself as an inscrutable combination
203:059,15['  ]| of audacity and innocence.
203:059,16['  ]| She had been walking some quarter of an hour, attended
203:059,17['  ]| by her two cavaliers and responding in a tone
203:059,18['  ]| of very childish gaiety, as it after all struck one of
203:059,19['  ]| them, to the pretty speeches of the other, when a carriage
203:059,20['  ]| that had detached itself from the revolving train
203:059,21['  ]| drew up beside the path.  At the same moment Winterbourne
203:059,22['  ]| noticed that his friend Mrs%*Walker ~~ the
203:059,23['  ]| lady whose house he had lately left ~~ was seated in
203:059,24['  ]| the vehicle and was beckoning to him.  Leaving Miss*Miller's 
203:059,25['  ]| side, he hastened to obey her summons ~~
203:059,26['  ]| and all to find her flushed, excited, scandalised.  
203:059,26[G  ]| "It's
203:059,27[G  ]| really too dreadful" ~~ 
203:059,27['  ]| she earnestly appealed to him.
203:059,28[G  ]| "That crazy girl mustn't do this sort of thing.  She
203:059,29[G  ]| mustn't walk here with you two men.  Fifty people
203:059,30[G  ]| have remarked her."
203:059,31['  ]| Winterbourne ~~ suddenly and rather oddly rubbed
203:059,32['  ]| the wrong way by this ~~ raised his grave eyebrows.
203:060,01[A  ]| "I think it's a pity to make too much fuss about
203:060,02[A  ]| it."
203:060,03[G  ]| "It's a pity to let the girl ruin herself!"
203:060,04[A  ]| "She's very innocent," 
203:060,04['  ]| he reasoned in his own
203:060,05['  ]| troubled interest.
203:060,06[G  ]| "She's very reckless," 
203:060,06['  ]| cried Mrs%*Walker, 
203:060,06[G  ]| "and
203:060,07[G  ]| goodness knows how far ~~ left to itself ~~ it may go.
203:060,08[G  ]| Did you ever," 
203:060,08['  ]| she proceeded to enquire, 
203:060,08[G  ]| "see anything
203:060,09[G  ]| so blatantly imbecile as the mother?  After you
203:060,10[G  ]| had all left me just now I couldn't sit still for thinking
203:060,11[G  ]| of it.  It seemed too pitiful not even to attempt to save
203:060,12[G  ]| them.  I ordered the carriage and put on my bonnet
203:060,13[G  ]| and came here as quickly as possible.  Thank heaven
203:060,14[G  ]| I've found you!"
203:060,15[A  ]| "What do you propose to do with us?"  
203:060,15['  ]| Winterbourne
203:060,16['  ]| uncomfortably smiled.
203:060,17[G  ]| "To ask her to get in, to drive her about here for
203:060,18[G  ]| half an hour ~~ so that the world may see she's not
203:060,19[G  ]| running absolutely wild ~~ and then take her safely
203:060,20[G  ]| home."
203:060,21[A  ]| "I don't think it's a very happy thought," 
203:060,21['  ]| he said
203:060,22['  ]| after reflexion, 
203:060,22[A  ]| "but you're at liberty to try."
203:060,23['  ]| Mrs%*Walker accordingly tried.  The young man
203:060,24['  ]| went in pursuit of their young lady who had simply
203:060,25['  ]| nodded and smiled, from her distance, at her recent
203:060,26['  ]| patroness in the carriage and then had gone her way
203:060,27['  ]| with her own companion.  On learning, in the event,
203:060,28['  ]| that Mrs%*Walker had followed her, she retraced her
203:060,29['  ]| steps, however, with a perfect good grace and with
203:060,30['  ]| Mr%*Giovanelli at her side.  She professed herself
203:060,31@b   | "enchanted" to have a chance to present this gentleman
203:060,32@b   | to her good friend, 
203:060,32['  ]| and immediately achieved the
203:061,01['  ]| introduction; declaring with it, and as if it were of as
203:061,02['  ]| little importance, that 
203:061,02@b   | she had never in her life seen
203:061,03@b   | anything so lovely as that lady's carriage-rug.
203:061,04[G  ]| "I'm glad you admire it," 
203:061,04['  ]| said her poor pursuer,
203:061,05['  ]| smiling sweetly.  
203:061,05[G  ]| "Will you get in and let me put it
203:061,06[G  ]| over you?"
203:061,07[B  ]| "Oh no, thank you!" ~~ 
203:061,07['  ]| Daisy knew her mind.
203:061,08[B  ]| "I'll admire it ever so much more as I see you driving
203:061,09[B  ]| round with it."
203:061,10[G  ]| "Do get in and drive round \with\ me," 
203:061,10['  ]| Mrs%*Walker
203:061,11['  ]| pleaded.
203:061,12[B  ]| "That would be charming, but it's so fascinating
203:061,13[B  ]| just as I am!" ~~ 
203:061,13['  ]| with which the girl radiantly took
203:061,14['  ]| in the gentlemen on either side of her.
203:061,15[G  ]| "It may be fascinating, dear child, but it's not the
203:061,16[G  ]| custom here," 
203:061,16['  ]| urged the lady of the victoria, leaning
203:061,17['  ]| forward in this vehicle with her hands devoutly
203:061,18['  ]| clasped.
203:061,19[B  ]| "Well, it ought to be then!"  
203:061,19['  ]| Daisy imperturbably
203:061,20['  ]| laughed.  
203:061,20[B  ]| "If I didn't walk I'd expire."
203:061,21[G  ]| "You should walk with your mother, dear," 
203:061,21['  ]| cried
203:061,22['  ]| Mrs%*Walker with a loss of patience.
203:061,23[B  ]| "With my mother dear?"  
203:061,23['  ]| the girl amusedly
203:061,24['  ]| echoed.  Winterbourne saw she scented interference.
203:061,25[B  ]| "My mother never walked ten steps in her life.  And
203:061,26[B  ]| then, you know," 
203:061,26['  ]| she blandly added, 
203:061,26[B  ]| "I'm more than
203:061,27[B  ]| five years old."
203:061,28[G  ]| "You're old enough to be more reasonable.  You're
203:061,29[G  ]| old enough, dear Miss*Miller, to be talked about."
203:061,30['  ]| Daisy wondered to extravagance.  
203:061,30[B  ]| "Talked about?
203:061,31[B  ]| What do you mean?"
203:061,32[G  ]| "Come into my carriage and I'll tell you."
203:062,01['  ]| Daisy turned shining eyes again from one of the
203:062,02['  ]| gentlemen beside her to the other.  Mr%*Giovanelli
203:062,03['  ]| was bowing to*and*fro, rubbing down his gloves and
203:062,04['  ]| laughing irresponsibly; Winterbourne thought the
203:062,05['  ]| scene the most unpleasant possible.  
203:062,05[B  ]| "I don't think I
203:062,06[B  ]| want to know what you mean," 
203:062,06['  ]| the girl presently said.
203:062,07[B  ]| "I don't think I should like it."
203:062,08['  ]| Winterbourne only wished Mrs%*Walker would tuck
203:062,09['  ]| up her carriage-rug and drive away; but this lady, as
203:062,10['  ]| she afterwards told him, 
203:062,10@g   | didn't feel she could "rest
203:062,11@g   | there."  
203:062,11[G  ]| "Should you prefer being thought a very reckless
203:062,12[G  ]| girl?"  
203:062,12['  ]| she accordingly asked.
203:062,13[B  ]| "Gracious me!"  
203:062,13['  ]| exclaimed Daisy.  She looked again
203:062,14['  ]| at Mr%*Giovanelli, then she turned to her other companion.
203:062,15['  ]| There was a small pink flush in her cheek; she
203:062,16['  ]| was tremendously pretty.  
203:062,16[B  ]| "Does Mr%*Winterbourne
203:062,17[B  ]| think," 
203:062,17['  ]| she put to him with a wonderful bright intensity
203:062,18['  ]| of appeal, 
203:062,18[B  ]| "that ~~ to save my reputation ~~ I
203:062,19[B  ]| ought to get into the carriage?"
203:062,20['  ]| It really embarrassed him; for an instant he cast
203:062,21['  ]| about ~~ 
203:062,21@a   | so strange was it to hear her speak that
203:062,22@a   | way of her "reputation."  But he himself in fact had
203:062,23@a   | to speak in accordance with gallantry.  The finest gallantry
203:062,24@a   | here was surely just to tell her the truth; 
203:062,24['  ]| and
203:062,25['  ]| the truth, for our young man, as the few indications I
203:062,26['  ]| have been able to give have made him known to the
203:062,27['  ]| reader, was that 
203:062,27@a   | his charming friend should listen to
203:062,28@a   | the voice of civilised society.  
203:062,28['  ]| He took in again her
203:062,29['  ]| exquisite prettiness and then said the more distinctly:
203:062,30[A  ]| "I think you should get into the carriage."
203:062,31['  ]| Daisy gave the rein to her amusement.  
203:062,31[B  ]| "I never
203:062,32[B  ]| heard anything so stiff!  If this is improper, Mrs%*Walker,"
203:063,01['  ]| she pursued, 
203:063,01[B  ]| "then I'm \all\ improper, and
203:063,02[B  ]| you had better give me right up.  Good-bye; I hope
203:063,03[B  ]| you'll have a lovely ride!" ~~ 
203:063,03['  ]| and with Mr%*Giovanelli,
203:063,04['  ]| who made a triumphant obsequious salute,
203:063,05['  ]| she turned away.
203:063,06['  ]| Mrs%*Walker sat looking after her, and there were
203:063,07['  ]| tears in Mrs%*Walker's eyes. 
203:063,07[G  ]| "Get in here, sir," 
203:063,07['  ]| she
203:063,08['  ]| said to Winterbourne, indicating the place beside her.
203:063,09['  ]| The young man answered that 
203:063,09@a   | he felt bound to accompany
203:063,10@a   | Miss*Miller; 
203:063,10['  ]| whereupon the lady of the victoria
203:063,11['  ]| declared that 
203:063,11@g   | if he refused her this favour she would
203:063,12@g   | never speak to him again.  
203:063,12@a   | She was evidently wound
203:063,13@a   | up.  
203:063,13['  ]| He accordingly hastened to overtake Daisy and
203:063,14['  ]| her more faithful ally, and, offering her his hand,
203:063,15['  ]| told her that 
203:063,15@a   | Mrs%*Walker had made a stringent
203:063,16@a   | claim on his presence.  
203:063,16['  ]| He had expected her to answer
203:063,17['  ]| with something rather free, something still more
203:063,18['  ]| significant of the perversity from which the voice of
203:063,19['  ]| society, through the lips of their distressed friend, had
203:063,20['  ]| so earnestly endeavoured to dissuade her.  But she
203:063,21['  ]| only let her hand slip, as she scarce looked at him,
203:063,22['  ]| through his slightly awkward grasp; while Mr%*Giovanelli,
203:063,23['  ]| to make it worse, bade him farewell with
203:063,24['  ]| too emphatic a flourish of the hat.
203:063,25['  ]| Winterbourne was not in the best possible humour
203:063,26['  ]| as he took his seat beside the author of his sacrifice.
203:063,27[A  ]| "That was not clever of you," 
203:063,27['  ]| he said candidly, as the
203:063,28['  ]| vehicle mingled again with the throng of carriages.
203:063,29[G  ]| "In such a case," 
203:063,29['  ]| his companion answered, 
203:063,29[G  ]| "I don't
203:063,30[G  ]| want to be clever ~~ I only want to be \true\!"
203:063,31[A  ]| "Well, your truth has only offended the strange
203:063,32[A  ]| little creature ~~ it has only put her off."
203:064,01[G  ]| "It has happened very well" ~~ 
203:064,01['  ]| Mrs%*Walker accepted
203:064,02['  ]| her work.  
203:064,02[G  ]| "If she's so perfectly determined
203:064,03[G  ]| to compromise herself the sooner one knows it the
203:064,04[G  ]| better ~~ one can act accordingly."
203:064,05[A  ]| "I suspect she meant no great harm, you know,"
203:064,06['  ]| Winterbourne maturely opined.
203:064,07[G  ]| "So I thought a month ago.  But she has been going
203:064,08[G  ]| too far."
203:064,09[A  ]| "What has she been doing?"
203:064,10[G  ]| "Everything that's not done here. Flirting with
203:064,11[G  ]| any man she can pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious
203:064,12[G  ]| Italians; dancing all the evening with the same
203:064,13[G  ]| partners; receiving visits at eleven o'clock at night.
203:064,14[G  ]| Her mother melts away when the visitors come."
203:064,15[A  ]| "But her brother," 
203:064,15['  ]| laughed Winterbourne, 
203:064,15[A  ]| "sits
203:064,16[A  ]| up till two in the morning."
203:064,17[G  ]| "He must be edified by what he sees.  I'm told that
203:064,18[G  ]| at their hotel every*one's talking about her and that a
203:064,19[G  ]| smile goes round among the servants when a gentleman
203:064,20[G  ]| comes and asks for Miss*Miller."
203:064,21[A  ]| "Ah we needn't mind the servants!"  
203:064,21['  ]| Winterbourne
203:064,22['  ]| compassionately signified.  
203:064,22[A  ]| "The poor girl's
203:064,23[A  ]| only fault," 
203:064,23['  ]| he presently added, 
203:064,23[A  ]| "is her complete lack
203:064,24[A  ]| of education."
203:064,25[G  ]| "She's naturally indelicate," 
203:064,25['  ]| Mrs%*Walker, on her
203:064,26['  ]| side, reasoned.  
203:064,26[G  ]| "Take that example this morning.
203:064,27[G  ]| How long had you known her at Vevey?"
203:064,28[A  ]| "A couple of days."
203:064,29[G  ]| "Imagine then the taste of her making it a personal
203:064,30[G  ]| matter that you should have left the place!"
203:064,31['  ]| He agreed that 
203:064,31@a   | taste wasn't the strong point of
203:064,32@a   | the Millers ~~ 
203:064,32['  ]| after which he was silent for some
203:065,01['  ]| moments; but only at last to add:  
203:065,01[A  ]| "I suspect, Mrs%*Walker,
203:065,02[A  ]| that you and I have lived too long at Geneva!"
203:065,03['  ]| And he further noted that 
203:065,03@a   | he should be glad to learn
203:065,04@a   | with what particular design she had made him enter
203:065,05@a   | her carriage.
203:065,06[G  ]| "I wanted to enjoin on you the importance of your
203:065,07[G  ]| ceasing your relations with Miss*Miller; that of
203:065,08[G  ]| your not appearing to flirt with her; that of your
203:065,09[G  ]| giving her no further opportunity to expose herself;
203:065,10[G  ]| that of your in short letting her alone."
203:065,11[A  ]| "I'm afraid I can't do anything quite so enlightened
203:065,12[A  ]| as \that\," 
203:065,12['  ]| he returned.  
203:065,12[A  ]| "I like her awfully, you
203:065,13[A  ]| know."
203:065,14[G  ]| "All the more reason you shouldn't help her to
203:065,15[G  ]| make a scandal."
203:065,16[A  ]| "Well, there shall be nothing scandalous in my
203:065,17[A  ]| attentions to her," 
203:065,17['  ]| he was willing to promise.
203:065,18[G  ]| "There certainly will be in the way she takes them.
203:065,19[G  ]| But I've said what I had on my conscience,"  
203:065,19['  ]| Mrs%*Walker
203:065,20['  ]| pursued.  
203:065,20[G  ]| "If you wish to rejoin the young
203:065,21[G  ]| lady I'll put you down.  Here, by the way, you have
203:065,22[G  ]| a chance."
203:065,23['  ]| The carriage was engaged in that part of the Pincian
203:065,24['  ]| drive which overhands the wall of Rome and overlooks
203:065,25['  ]| the beautiful Villa*Borghese.  It is bordered by
203:065,26['  ]| a large parapet, near which are several seats.  One of 
203:065,27['  ]| these, at a distance, was occupied by a gentleman and
203:065,28['  ]| a lady, toward whom Mrs%*Walker gave a toss of her
203:065,29['  ]| head.  At the same moment these persons rose and
203:065,30['  ]| walked to the parapet.  Winterbourne had asked the
203:065,31['  ]| coachman to stop; he now descended from the carriage.
203:065,32['  ]| His companion looked at him a moment in
203:066,01['  ]| silence and then, while he raised his hat, drove majestically
203:066,02['  ]| away.  He stood where he had alighted; he
203:066,03['  ]| had turned his eyes toward Daisy and her cavalier.
203:066,04@a   | They evidently saw no*one; they were too deeply occupied
203:066,05@a   | with each other.  
203:066,05['  ]| When they reached the low
203:066,06['  ]| garden-wall they remained a little looking off at the
203:066,07['  ]| great flat-topped pine-clusters of Villa*Borghese; then
203:066,08['  ]| the girl's attendant admirer seated himself familiarly
203:066,09['  ]| on the broad ledge of the wall. The western sun in the
203:066,10['  ]| opposite sky sent out a brilliant shaft through a couple
203:066,11['  ]| of cloud-bars; whereupon the gallant Giovanelli took
203:066,12['  ]| her parasol out of her hands and opened it.  She came
203:066,13['  ]| a little nearer and he held the parasol over her; then,
203:066,14['  ]| still holding it, he let it so rest on her shoulder that
203:066,15['  ]| both of their heads were hidden from Winterbourne.
203:066,16['  ]| This young man stayed but a moment longer; then he
203:066,17['  ]| began to walk.  But he walked ~~ not toward the
203:066,18['  ]| couple united beneath the parasol, rather toward the
203:066,19['  ]| residence of his aunt Mrs%*Costello.
204:067,01['  ]| He flattered himself the following day that 
204:067,01@a   | there
204:067,02@a   | was no smiling among the servants when he at least
204:067,03@a   | asked for Mrs%*Miller at her hotel.  
204:067,03['  ]| This lady and her
204:067,04['  ]| daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next 
204:067,05['  ]| day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again was
204:067,06['  ]| met by a denial.  Mrs%*Walker's party took place on
204:067,07['  ]| the evening of the third day, and in spite of the final
204:067,08['  ]| reserves that had marked his last interview with that
204:067,09['  ]| social critic our young man was among the guests.
204:067,10['  ]| Mrs%*Waker was one of those pilgrims from the
204:067,11['  ]| younger world who, while in contact with the elder,
204:067,12@x   | make a point, 
204:067,12['  ]| in their own phrase, 
204:067,12@x   | of studying European
204:067,13@x   | society; 
204:067,13['  ]| and she had on this occasion collected
204:067,14['  ]| several specimens of diversely-born humanity to
204:067,15['  ]| srve, as might be, for text-books.  When Winterbourne
204:067,16['  ]| arrived the little person he desired most to find
204:067,17['  ]| wasn't there; but in a few moments he saw Mrs%*Miller
204:067,18['  ]| come in alone, very shyly and ruefully.  This
204:067,19['  ]| lady's hair, above the dead waste of her temples, was
204:067,20['  ]| more frizzled than ever.  As she approached their
204:067,21['  ]| hostess Winterbourne also drew near.
204:067,22[E  ]| "You see I've come all alone," 
204:067,22['  ]| said Daisy's unsupported
204:067,23['  ]| parent.  
204:067,23[E  ]| "I'm so frightened I don't know what
204:067,24[E  ]| to do; it's the first time I've ever been to a party alone
204:067,25[E  ]| ~~ especially in this country.  I wanted to bring Randolph
204:067,26[E  ]| or Eugenio or some*one, but Daisy just pushed
204:067,27[E  ]| me off by myself.  I ain't used to going round alone."
204:068,01[G  ]| "And doesn't your daughter intend to favour
204:068,02[G  ]| us with her society?"  
204:068,02['  ]| Mrs%*Walker impressively enquired.
204:068,03['  ]|
204:068,04[E  ]| "Well, Daisy's all dressed,"  
204:068,04['  ]| Mrs%*Miller testified
204:068,05['  ]| with that accent of the dispassionate, if not of the
204:068,06['  ]| philosophic, historian with which she always recorded
204:068,07['  ]| the current incidents of her daughter's career.  
204:068,07[E  ]| "She
204:068,08[E  ]| got dressed on purpose before dinner.  But she has
204:068,09[E  ]| a friend of hers there; that gentleman ~~ the handsomest
204:068,10[E  ]| of the Italians ~~ that she wanted to bring.
204:068,11[E  ]| They've got going at the piano ~~ it seems as if they
204:068,12[E  ]| couldn't leave off.  Mr%*Giovanelli does sing splendidly.
204:068,13[E  ]| But I guess they'll come before very long,"
204:068,14['  ]| Mrs%*Miller hopefully concluded.
204:068,15[G  ]| "I'm sorry she should come ~~ in that particular
204:068,16[G  ]| way,"  
204:068,16['  ]| Mrs%*Walker permitted herself to observe.
204:068,17[E  ]| "Well, I told her there was no use in her getting
204:068,18[E  ]| dressed before dinner if she was going to wait three
204:068,19[E  ]| hours," 
204:068,19['  ]| returned Daisy's mamma.  
204:068,19[E  ]| "I didn't see the
204:068,20[E  ]| use of her putting on such a dress as that to sit round
204:068,21[E  ]| with Mr%*Giovanelli."
204:068,22[G  ]| "This is most horrible!" 
204:068,22['  ]| said Mrs%*Walker, turning
204:068,23['  ]| away and addressing herself to Winterbourne.  
204:068,23[G  ]| "\9Elle\
204:068,24[G  ]| \9s'affiche, 9la 9malheureuse\.  It's her revenge for my
204:068,25[G  ]| having ventured to remonstrate with her.  When she
204:068,26[G  ]| comes I shan't speak to her."
204:068,27['  ]| Daisy came after eleven o'clock, but she wasn't, on
204:068,28['  ]| such an occasion, a young lady to wait to be spoken to.
204:068,29['  ]| She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and
204:068,30['  ]| chattering, carrying a large bouquet and attended by
204:068,31['  ]| Mr%*Giovanelli.  Every*one stopped talking and
204:068,32['  ]| turned and looked at her while she floated up to Mrs%*Walker.
204:069,01[B  ]| "I'm afraid you thought I never was coming,
204:069,02[B  ]| so I sent mother off to tell you.  I wanted to make
204:069,03[B  ]| Mr%*Giovanelli practise some things before he came;
204:069,04[B  ]| you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask
204:069,05[B  ]| him to sing.  This is Mr%*Giovanelli; you know I introduced
204:069,06[B  ]| him to you; he's got the most lovely voice
204:069,07[B  ]| and he knows the most charming set of songs.  I made
204:069,08[B  ]| him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the
204:069,09[B  ]| greatest time at the hotel."  
204:069,09['  ]| Of all this Daisy delivered
204:069,10['  ]| herself with the sweetest brightest loudest confidence,
204:069,11['  ]| looking now at her hostess and now at all the room,
204:069,12['  ]| while she gave a series of little pats, round her very
204:069,13['  ]| white shoulders, to the edges of her dress.  
204:069,13[B  ]| "Is there
204:069,14[B  ]| any*one I know?"  
204:069,14['  ]| she as undiscourageably asked.
204:069,15[G  ]| "I think every*one knows you!"  
204:069,15['  ]| said Mrs%*Walker
204:069,16['  ]| as with a grand intention; and she gave a very cursory
204:069,17['  ]| greeting to Mr%*Giovanelli.  This gentleman bore himself
204:069,18['  ]| gallantly; he smiled and bowed and showed his
204:069,19['  ]| white teeth, he curled his moustaches and rolled his
204:069,20['  ]| eyes and performed all the proper functions of a handsome
204:069,21['  ]| Italian at an evening party.  He sang, very prettily,
204:069,22['  ]| half a dozen songs, though Mrs%*Walker afterwards
204:069,23['  ]| declared that 
204:069,23@g   | she had been quite unable to find
204:069,24@g   | out who asked him.  
204:069,24['  ]| It was apparently not Daisy who
204:069,25['  ]| had set him in motion ~~ this young lady being
204:069,26['  ]| seated a distance from the piano and though she had
204:069,27['  ]| publicly, as it were, professed herself his musical patroness
204:069,28['  ]| or guarantor, giving herself to gay and audible
204:069,29['  ]| discourse while he warbled.
204:069,30[B  ]| "It's a pity these rooms are so small; we can't
204:069,31[B  ]| dance,"  
204:069,31['  ]| she remarked to Winterbourne as if she had
204:069,32['  ]| seen him five minutes before.
204:070,01[A  ]| "I'm not sorry we can't dance," 
204:070,01['  ]| he candidly
204:070,02['  ]| returned.  
204:070,02[A  ]| "I'm incapable of a step."
204:070,03[B  ]| "Of course you're incapable of a step," 
204:070,03['  ]| the girl
204:070,04['  ]| assented.  
204:070,04[B  ]| "I should think your legs \would\ be stiff
204:070,05[B  ]| cooped in there so much of the time in that victoria."
204:070,06[A  ]| "Well, they were very restless there three days
204:070,07[A  ]| ago," 
204:070,07['  ]| he amicably laughed; 
204:070,07[A  ]| "all they really wanted
204:070,08[A  ]| was to dance attendance to you."
204:070,09[B  ]| "Oh my other friend ~~ my friend in need ~~ stuck
204:070,10[B  ]| to me; he seems more at one with his limbs than you
204:070,11[B  ]| are ~~ I'll say that for him.  But did you ever hear
204:070,12[B  ]| anything so cool,"  
204:070,12['  ]| Daisy demanded, 
204:070,12[B  ]| "as Mrs%*Walker's
204:070,13[B  ]| wanting me to get into her carriage and
204:070,14[B  ]| drop poor Mr%*Giovanelli, and under the pretext that
204:070,15[B  ]| it was proper?  People have different ideas!  It would
204:070,16[B  ]| have been most unkind; he had been talking about
204:070,17[B  ]| that walk for ten days."
204:070,18[A  ]| "He shouldn't have talked about it at all," 
204:070,18['  ]| Winterbourne
204:070,19['  ]| decided to make answer on this:  
204:070,19[A  ]| "he would
204:070,20[A  ]| never have proposed to a young lady of this country to
204:070,21[A  ]| walk about the streets of Rome with him."
204:070,22[B  ]| "About the streets?"  
204:070,22['  ]| she cried with her pretty
204:070,23['  ]| stare.  
204:070,23[B  ]| "Where then would he have proposed to her to
204:070,24[B  ]| walk?  The Pincio ain't the streets either, I guess;
204:070,25[B  ]| and I besides, thank goodness, am not a young lady of
204:070,26[B  ]| this country.  The young ladies of this country have
204:070,27[B  ]| a dreadfully pokey time of it, by what I can discover;
204:070,28[B  ]| I don't see why I should change my habits for \such\
204:070,29[B  ]| stupids."
204:070,30[A  ]| "I'm afraid your habits are those of a ruthless
204:070,31[A  ]| flirt," 
204:070,31['  ]| said Winterbourne with studied severity.
204:070,32[B  ]| "Of course they are!" ~~ 
204:070,32['  ]| and she hoped, evidently,
204:071,01['  ]| by the manner of it, to take his breath away.  
204:071,01[B  ]| "I'm a
204:071,02[B  ]| fearful frightful flirt!  Did you ever hear of a nice girl
204:071,03[B  ]| that wasn't?  But I suppose you'll tell me now I'm
204:071,04[B  ]| not a nice girl."
204:071,05['  ]| He remained grave indeed under the shock of her
204:071,06['  ]| cynical profession.  
204:071,06[A  ]| "You're a very nice girl, but I
204:071,07[A  ]| wish you'd flirt with me, and me only."
204:071,08[B  ]| "Ah thank you, thank you very much:  you're the
204:071,09[B  ]| last man I should think of flirting with.  As I've had
204:071,10[B  ]| the pleasure of informing you, you're too stiff."
204:071,11[A  ]| "You say that too often," 
204:071,11['  ]| he resentfully remarked.
204:071,12['  ]| Daisy gave a delighted laugh.  
204:071,12[B  ]| "If I could have the
204:071,13[B  ]| sweet hope of making you angry I'd say it again."
204:071,14[A  ]| "Don't do that ~~ when I'm angry I'm stiffer than
204:071,15[A  ]| ever.  But if you won't flirt with me do cease at least to
204:071,16[A  ]| flirt with your friend at the piano.  They don't," 
204:071,16['  ]| he
204:071,17['  ]| declared as in full sympathy with "them," 
204:071,17[A  ]| "understand
204:071,18[A  ]| that sort of thing here."
204:071,19[B  ]| "I thought they understood nothing else!"  
204:071,19['  ]| Daisy
204:071,20['  ]| cried with startling world-knowledge.
204:071,21[A  ]| "Not in young unmarried women."
204:071,22[B  ]| "It seems to me much more proper in young unmarried
204:071,23[B  ]| than in old married ones," 
204:071,23['  ]| she retorted.
204:071,24[A  ]| "Well,"  
204:071,24['  ]| said Winterbourne, 
204:071,24[A  ]| "when you deal with
204:071,25[A  ]| natives you must go by the custom of the country.
204:071,26[A  ]| American flirting is a purely American silliness; it
204:071,27[A  ]| has ~~ in its ineptitude of innocence ~~ no place in
204:071,28[A  ]| \this\ system.  So when you show yourself in public
204:071,29[A  ]| with Mr%*Giovanelli and without your mother ~~ "
204:071,30[B  ]| "Gracious, poor mother!" ~~ 
204:071,30['  ]| and she made it
204:071,31['  ]| beautifully unspeakable.
204:071,32['  ]| Winterbourne had a touched sense for this, but it
204:072,01['  ]| didn't alter his attitude.  
204:072,01[A  ]| "Though \you\ may be flirting
204:072,02[A  ]| Mr%*Giovanelli isn't ~~ he means something
204:072,03[A  ]| else."
204:072,04[B  ]| "He isn't preaching at any rate," 
204:072,04['  ]| she returned.
204:072,05[B  ]| "And if you want very much to know, we're neither
204:072,06[B  ]| of us flirting ~~ not a little speck.  We're too good
204:072,07[B  ]| friends for that.  We're real intimate friends."
204:072,08['  ]| He was to continue to find her thus at moments
204:072,09['  ]| inimitable.  
204:072,09[A  ]| "Ah," 
204:072,09['  ]| he then judged, 
204:072,09[A  ]| "If you're in love
204:072,10[A  ]| with each other it's another affair altogether!"
204:072,11['  ]| She had allowed him up to this point to speak so
204:072,12['  ]| frankly that he had no thought of shocking her by
204:072,13['  ]| the force of his logic; yet she now none the less immediately
204:072,14['  ]| rose, blushing visibly and leaving him mentally
204:072,15['  ]| to exclaim that 
204:072,15@a   | the name of little American
204:072,16@a   | flirts was incoherence.  
204:072,16[B  ]| "Mr%*Giovanelli at least,"
204:072,17['  ]| she answered, sparing but a single small queer glance
204:072,18['  ]| for it, 
204:072,18@a   | a queerer small glance, 
204:072,18['  ]| he felt, 
204:072,18@a   | than he had ever
204:072,19@a   | yet had from her ~~ 
204:072,19[B  ]| "Mr%*Giovanelli never says to
204:072,20[B  ]| me such very disagreeable things."
204:072,21['  ]| It had an effect on him ~~ he stood staring.  The
204:072,22['  ]| subject of their contention had finished singing; he
204:072,23['  ]| left the piano, and his recognition of what ~~ a little
204:072,24['  ]| awkwardly ~~ didn't take place in celebration of this
204:072,25['  ]| might nevertheless have been an acclaimed operatic
204:072,26['  ]| tenor's series of repeated ducks before the curtain.
204:072,27['  ]| So he bowed himself over to Daisy.  
204:072,27[H  ]| "Won't you come
204:072,28[H  ]| to the other room and have some tea!"  
204:072,28['  ]| he asked ~~
204:072,29['  ]| offering Mrs%*Walker's slightly thin refreshment as he
204:072,30['  ]| might have done all the kingdoms of the earth.
204:072,31['  ]| Daisy at last turned on Winterbourne a more
204:072,32['  ]| natural and calculable light.  He was but the more
204:073,01['  ]| muddled by it, however, since so inconsequent a smile
204:073,02['  ]| made nothing clear ~~ it seemed at the most to prove
204:073,03['  ]| in her a sweetness and softness that reverted instinctively
204:073,04['  ]| to the pardon of offences.  
204:073,04[B  ]| "It has never occurred
204:073,05[B  ]| to Mr%*Winterbourne to offer me any tea,"
204:073,06['  ]| she said with her finest intention of torment and
204:073,07['  ]| triumph.
204:073,08[A  ]| "I've offered you excellent advice," 
204:073,08['  ]| the young man
204:073,09['  ]| permitted himself to growl.
204:073,10[B  ]| "I prefer weak tea!"  
204:073,10['  ]| cried Daisy, and she went
204:073,11['  ]| off with the brilliant Giovanelli.  She sat with him in
204:073,12['  ]| the adjoining room, in the embrasure of the window,
204:073,13['  ]| for the rest of the evening.  There was an interesting
204:073,14['  ]| performance at the piano, but neither of these conversers
204:073,15['  ]| gave heed to it.  When Daisy came to take
204:073,16['  ]| leave of Mrs%*Walker this lady conscientiously repaired
204:073,17['  ]| the weakness of which she had been guilty at
204:073,18['  ]| the moment of the girl's arrival ~~ she turned her
204:073,19['  ]| back straight on Miss*Miller and left her to depart
204:073,20['  ]| with what grace she might.  Winterbourne happened
204:073,21['  ]| to be near the door; he saw it all.  Daisy turned very
204:073,22['  ]| pale and looked at her mother, but Mrs%*Miller was
204:073,23['  ]| humbly unconscious of any rupture of any law or of
204:073,24['  ]| any deviation from any custom.  She appeared indeed
204:073,25['  ]| to have felt an incongruous impulse to draw attention
204:073,26['  ]| to her own striking conformity.  
204:073,26[E  ]| "Good-night, Mrs%*Walker,"
204:073,27['  ]| she said; 
204:073,27[E  ]| "we've had a beautiful evening.
204:073,28[E  ]| You see if I let Daisy come to parties without me I
204:073,29[E  ]| don't want her to go away without me."  
204:073,29['  ]| Daisy
204:073,30['  ]| turned away, looking with a small white prettiness,
204:073,31['  ]| a blighted grace, at the circle near the door:  Winterbourne
204:073,32['  ]| saw that 
204:073,32@a   | for the first moment she was too
204:074,01@a   | much shocked and puzzled even for indignation.  
204:074,01['  ]| He
204:074,02['  ]| on his side was greatly touched.
204:074,03[A  ]| "That was very cruel," 
204:074,03['  ]| he promptly remarked to
204:074,04['  ]| Mrs%*Walker.
204:074,05['  ]| But this lady's face was also as a stone.  
204:074,05[G  ]| "She never
204:074,06[G  ]| enters my drawing-room again."
204:074,07['  ]| Since Winterbourne then, hereupon, was not to
204:074,08['  ]| meet her in Mrs%*Walker's drawing-room he went as
204:074,09['  ]| often as possible to Mrs%*Miller's hotel.  The ladies
204:074,10['  ]| were rarely at home, but when he found them the
204:074,11['  ]| devoted Giovanelli was always present.  Very often
204:074,12['  ]| the glossy little Roman, serene in success, but not
204:074,13['  ]| unduly presumptuous, occupied with Daisy alone
204:074,14['  ]| the florid salon enjoyed by Eugenio's care, Mrs%*Miller
204:074,15['  ]| being apparently ever of the opinion that discretion
204:074,16['  ]| is the better part of solicitude.  Winterbourne
204:074,17['  ]| noted, at first with surprise, that 
204:074,17@a   | Daisy on these occasions
204:074,18@a   | was neither embarrassed nor annoyed by his
204:074,19@a   | own entrance; 
204:074,19['  ]| but he presently began to feel that 
204:074,19@a   | she
204:074,20@a   | had no more surprises for him and that he really
204:074,21@a   | liked, after all, not making out what she was "up to."
204:074,22['  ]| She showed no displeasure for the interruption of her
204:074,23['  ]| \9te^te-a`-te^te\ with Giovanelli; she could chatter as freshly
204:074,24['  ]| and freely with two gentlemen as with one, and this easy
204:074,25['  ]| flow had ever the same anomaly for her earlier friend
204:074,26['  ]| that it was so free without availing itself of its freedom.
204:074,27['  ]| Winterbourne reflected that 
204:074,27@a   | if she was seriously interested
204:074,28@a   | in the Italian it was odd she shouldn't take
204:074,29@a   | more trouble to preserve the sanctity of their interviews,
204:074,30['  ]| and he liked her the better for her innocent-looking
204:074,31['  ]| indifference and her inexhaustible gaiety.
204:074,32['  ]| He could hardly have said why, but she struck him as 
204:075,01['  ]| a 
204:075,01@a   | young person not formed for a troublesome jealousy.
204:075,02['  ]| Smile at such a betrayal though the reader may,
204:075,03['  ]| it was a fact with regard to the women who had hitherto
204:075,04['  ]| interested him that, given certain contingencies,
204:075,05['  ]| Winterbourne could see himself afraid ~~ literally
204:075,06['  ]| afraid ~~ of these ladies.  It pleased him to believe
204:075,07['  ]| that 
204:075,07@a   | even were twenty other things different and
204:075,08@a   | Daisy should love him and he should know it and
204:075,09@a   | like it, he would still never be afraid of Daisy.  
204:075,09['  ]| It
204:075,10['  ]| must be added that this conviction was not altogether
204:075,11['  ]| flattering to her:  it represented that 
204:075,11@a   | she was nothing
204:075,12@a   | every way if not light.
204:075,13@a   | But she was evidently very much interested in
204:075,14@a   | Giovanelli.  She looked at him whenever he spoke;
204:075,15@a   | she was perpetually telling him to do this and to do
204:075,16@a   | that; she was constantly chaffing and abusing him.
204:075,17@a   | She appeared completely to have forgotten that her
204:075,18@a   | other friend had said anything to displease her at
204:075,19@a   | Mrs%*Walker's entertainment.  
204:075,19['  ]| One Sunday afternoon,
204:075,20['  ]| having gone to Saint*Peter's with his aunt, Winterbourne
204:075,21['  ]| became aware that the young woman held
204:075,22['  ]| in horror by that lady was strolling about the great
204:075,23['  ]| church under escort of her coxcomb of the Corso.
204:075,24['  ]| It amused him, after a debate, to point out the exemplary
204:075,25['  ]| pair ~~ even at the cost, as it proved, of Mrs%*Costello's
204:075,26['  ]| saying when she had taken them in through
204:075,27['  ]| her eye-glass:  
204:075,27[D  ]| "That's what makes you so pensive
204:075,28[D  ]| in these days, eh?"
204:075,29[A  ]| "I hadn't the least idea I was pensive," 
204:075,29['  ]| he
204:075,30['  ]| pleaded.
204:075,31[D  ]| "You're very much preoccupied; you're always
204:075,32[D  ]| thinking of something."
204:076,01[A  ]| "And what is it," 
204:076,01['  ]| he asked, 
204:076,01[A  ]| "that you accuse me
204:076,02[A  ]| of thinking of?"
204:076,03[D  ]| "Of that young lady's, Miss*Baker's, Miss*Chandler's
204:076,04[D  ]| ~~ what's her name? ~~ Miss*Miller's intrigue
204:076,05[D  ]| with that little barber's block."
204:076,06[A  ]| "Do you call it an intrigue,"  
204:076,06['  ]| he asked ~~ 
204:076,06[A  ]| "an affair
204:076,07[A  ]| that goes on with such peculiar publicity?"
204:076,08[D  ]| "That's their folly," 
204:076,08['  ]| said Mrs%*Costello, 
204:076,08[D  ]| "it's not
204:076,09[D  ]| their merit."
204:076,10[A  ]| "No," 
204:076,10['  ]| he insisted with a hint perhaps of the preoccupation
204:076,11['  ]| to which his aunt had alluded ~~ 
204:076,11[A  ]| "I don't
204:076,12[A  ]| believe there's anything to be called an intrigue."
204:076,13[D  ]| "Well" ~~ 
204:076,13['  ]| and Mrs%*Costello dropped her glass ~~
204:076,14[D  ]| "I've heard a dozen people speak of it:  they say 
204:076,14@x   | she's
204:076,15@x   | quite carried away by him."
204:076,16[A  ]| "They're certainly as thick as thieves," 
204:076,16['  ]| our embarrassed
204:076,17['  ]| young man allowed.
204:076,18['  ]| Mrs%*Costello came back to them, however, after a
204:076,19['  ]| little; and Winterbourne recognised in this a further
204:076,20['  ]| illustration ~~ than that supplied by his own condition
204:076,21['  ]| ~~ of the spell projected by the case.  
204:076,21[D  ]| "He's
204:076,22[D  ]| certainly very handsome.  One easily sees how it is.
204:076,23[D  ]| She thinks him the most elegant man in the world,
204:076,24[D  ]| the finest gentleman possible.  She has never seen
204:076,25[D  ]| anything like him ~~ he's better even than the courier.
204:076,26[D  ]| It was the courier probably who introduced
204:076,27[D  ]| him, and if he succeeds in marrying the young lady
204:076,28[D  ]| the courier will come in for a magnificent commission."
204:076,29[D  ]|
204:076,30[A  ]| "I don't believe she thinks of marrying him,"
204:076,31['  ]| Winterbourne reasoned, 
204:076,31[A  ]| "and I don't believe he hopes
204:076,32[A  ]| to marry her."
204:077,01[D  ]| "You may be very sure she thinks of nothing at all.
204:077,02[D  ]| She romps on from day to day, from hour to hour, as
204:077,03[D  ]| they did in the Golden*Age.  I can imagine nothing
204:077,04[D  ]| more vulgar," 
204:077,04['  ]| said Mrs%*Costello, whose figure of
204:077,05['  ]| speech scarcely went on all fours.  
204:077,05[D  ]| "And at the same 
204:077,06[D  ]| time," 
204:077,06['  ]| she added, 
204:077,06[D  ]| "depend upon it she may tell you
204:077,07[D  ]| any moment that she is ""engaged."" "
204:077,08[A  ]| "I think that's more than Giovanelli really expects,"
204:077,09['  ]| said Winterbourne.
204:077,10[D  ]| "And who is Giovanelli?"
204:077,11[A  ]| "The shiny ~~ but, to do him justice, not greasy ~~
204:077,12[A  ]| little Roman.  I've asked questions about him and
204:077,13[A  ]| learned something.  He's apparently a perfectly respectable
204:077,14[A  ]| little man.  I believe he's in a small way
204:077,15[A  ]| a \8cavaliere*avvocato\.  But he doesn't move in what
204:077,16[A  ]| are called the first circles.  I think it really not absolutely
204:077,17[A  ]| impossible the courier introduced him.  He's
204:077,18[A  ]| evidently immensely charmed with Miss*Miller.  If she
204:077,19[A  ]| thinks him the finest gentleman in the world, he, on
204:077,20[A  ]| his side, has never found himself in personal contact
204:077,21[A  ]| with such splendour, such opulence, such personal
204:077,22[A  ]| daintiness, as this young lady's.  And then she must
204:077,23[A  ]| seem to him wonderfully pretty and interesting.  Yes,
204:077,24[A  ]| he can't really hope to pull it off.  That must appear to
204:077,25[A  ]| him too impossible a piece of luck.  He has nothing
204:077,26[A  ]| but his handsome face to offer, and there's a substantial,
204:077,27[A  ]| a possibly explosive Mr%*Miller in that mysterious
204:077,28[A  ]| land of dollars and six-shooters.  Giovanelli's but too
204:077,29[A  ]| conscious that he hasn't a title to offer.  If he were
204:077,30[A  ]| only a count or a \8marchese\!  What on earth can he
204:077,31[A  ]| make of the way they've taken him up?"
204:077,32[D  ]| "He accounts for it by his handsome face and
204:078,01[D  ]| thinks Miss*Miller a young lady \9qui 9se 9passe 9ses\
204:078,02[D  ]| \9fantaisies\!"  
204:078,03[A  ]| "It's very true," 
204:078,03['  ]| Winterbourne pursued, 
204:078,03[A  ]| "that
204:078,04[A  ]| Daisy and her mamma haven't yet risen to that stage
204:078,05[A  ]| of ~~ what shall I call it? ~~ of culture, at which the
204:078,06[A  ]| idea of catching a count or a \8marchese\ begins.  I believe
204:078,07[A  ]| them intellectually incapable of that conception."
204:078,08[D  ]| "Ah but the \8cavaliere*avvocato\ doesn't believe
204:078,09[D  ]| them!"  
204:078,09['  ]| cried Mrs%*Costello.
204:078,10['  ]| Of the observation excited by Daisy's "intrigue"
204:078,11['  ]| Winterbourne gathered that day at Saint*Peter's sufficient
204:078,12['  ]| evidence.  A dozen of the American colonists
204:078,13['  ]| in Rome came to talk with his relative, who sat on
204:078,14['  ]| a small portable stool at the base of one of the great
204:078,15['  ]| pilasters.  The vesper-service was going forward in
204:078,16['  ]| splendid chants and organ-tones in the adjacent choir,
204:078,17['  ]| and meanwhile, between Mrs%*Costello and her
204:078,18['  ]| friends, much was said about 
204:078,18@x   | poor little Miss*Miller's
204:078,19@x   | going really "too far."  
204:078,19['  ]| Winterbourne was not pleased
204:078,20['  ]| with what he heard; but when, coming out upon the
204:078,21['  ]| great steps of the church, he saw Daisy, who had
204:078,22['  ]| emerged before him, get into an open cab with her
204:078,23['  ]| accomplice and roll away through the cynical streets
204:078,24['  ]| of Rome, the measure of her course struck him as simply
204:078,25['  ]| there to take.  He felt very sorry for her ~~ 
204:078,25@a   | not
204:078,26@a   | exactly that he believed she had completely lost her
204:078,27@a   | wits, but because it was painful to see so much that
204:078,28@a   | was pretty and undefended and natural sink so low in
204:078,29@a   | human estimation.  
204:078,29['  ]| He made an attempt after this to
204:078,30['  ]| give a hint to Mrs%*Miller.  He met one day in the
204:078,31['  ]| Corso a friend ~~ a tourist like himself ~~ who had
204:078,32['  ]| just come out of the Doria*Palace, where he had been
204:079,01['  ]| walking through the beautiful gallery.  His friend
204:079,02['  ]| "went on" for some moments about the great portrait
204:079,03['  ]| of Innocent*X, by Velasquez, suspended in one of the
204:079,04['  ]| cabinets of the palace, and then said:  
204:079,04[W  ]| "And in the
204:079,05[W  ]| same cabinet, by the way, I enjoyed sight of an image
204:079,06[W  ]| of a different kind; that little American who's so
204:079,07[W  ]| much more a work of nature than of art and whom you
204:079,08[W  ]| pointed out to me last week."  
204:079,08['  ]| In answer to Winterbourne's
204:079,09['  ]| enquiries his friend narrated that 
204:079,09@w   | the little
204:079,10@w   | American ~~ prettier now than ever ~~ was seated with
204:079,11@w   | a companion in the secluded nook in which the papal
204:079,12@w   | presence is enshrined.
204:079,13[A  ]| "All alone?"  
204:079,13['  ]| the young man heard himself disingenuously
204:079,14['  ]| ask.
204:079,15[W  ]| "Alone with a little Italian who sports in his button-hole
204:079,16[W  ]| a stack of flowers.  The girl's a charming
204:079,17[W  ]| beauty, but I thought I understood from you the other
204:079,18[W  ]| day that she's a young lady \9du*meilleur*monde\."
204:079,19[A  ]| "So she is!"  
204:079,19['  ]| said Winterbourne; and having assured
204:079,20['  ]| himself that his informant had seen the interesting
204:079,21['  ]| pair but ten minutes before, he jumped into a
204:079,22['  ]| cab and went to call on Mrs%*Miller.  She was at home,
204:079,23['  ]| but she apologised for receiving him in Daisy's
204:079,24['  ]| absence.
204:079,25[E  ]| "She's gone out somewhere with Mr%*Giovanelli.
204:079,26[E  ]| She's always going round with Mr%*Giovanelli."
204:079,27[A  ]| "I've noticed they're intimate indeed," 
204:079,27['  ]| Winterbourne
204:079,28['  ]| concurred.
204:079,29[E  ]| "Oh it seems as if they couldn't live without each
204:079,30[E  ]| other!"  
204:079,30['  ]| said Mrs%*Miller.  
204:079,30[E  ]| "Well, he's a real gentleman
204:079,31[E  ]| anyhow.  I guess I have the joke on Daisy ~~
204:079,32[E  ]| that she \must\ be engaged!"
204:080,01[A  ]| "And how does your daughter \take\ the joke?"
204:080,02[E  ]| "Oh she just says she ain't.  But she might as \well\
204:080,03[E  ]| be!" 
204:080,03['  ]| this philosophic parent resumed.  
204:080,03[E  ]| "She goes on
204:080,04[E  ]| as if she was.  But I've made Mr%*Giovanelli promise
204:080,05[E  ]| to tell me if Daisy don't.  I'd want to write to Mr%*Miller
204:080,06[E  ]| about it ~~ wouldn't you?"
204:080,07['  ]| Winterbourne replied that 
204:080,07@a   | he certainly should;
204:080,08['  ]| and the state of mind of Daisy's mamma struck
204:080,09['  ]| him as so unprecedented in the annals of parental
204:080,10['  ]| vigilance that he recoiled before the attempt to educate
204:080,11['  ]| at a single interview either her conscience or
204:080,12['  ]| her wit.
204:080,13['  ]| After this Daisy was never at home and he ceased to
204:080,14['  ]| meet her at the houses of their common acquaintance,
204:080,15['  ]| because, as he perceived, these shrewd people had
204:080,16['  ]| quite made up their minds as to the length she must
204:080,17['  ]| have gone.  They ceased to invite her, intimating that
204:080,18@x   | they wished to make, and make strongly, for the benefit
204:080,19@x   | of observant Europeans, the point that though
204:080,20@x   | Miss*Daisy*Miller was a pretty American girl all right,
204:080,21@x   | her behaviour wasn't pretty at all ~~ was in fact
204:080,22@x   | regarded by her compatriots as quite monstrous.
204:080,23['  ]| Winterbourne wondered 
204:080,23@a   | how she felt about all the
204:080,24@a   | cold shoulders that were turned upon her, 
204:080,24['  ]| and
204:080,25['  ]| sometimes found himself suspecting with impatience
204:080,26['  ]| that 
204:080,26@a   | she simply didn't feel and didn't know.  
204:080,26['  ]| He set
204:080,27['  ]| her down 
204:080,27@a   | as hopelessly childish and shallow, as such
204:080,28@a   | mere giddiness and ignorance incarnate as was powerless
204:080,29@a   | either to heed or to suffer.  
204:080,29['  ]| Then at other moments
204:080,30['  ]| he couldn't doubt that 
204:080,30@a   | she carried about in her
204:080,31@a   | elegant and irresponsible little organism a defiant, passionate,
204:080,32@a   | perfectly observant consciousness of the impression
204:081,01@a   | she produced.  
204:081,01['  ]| He asked himself 
204:081,01@a   | whether the
204:081,02@a   | defiance would come from the consciousness of innocence
204:081,03@a   | or from her being essentially a young person of
204:081,04@a   | the reckless class.  Then it had to be admitted, 
204:081,04['  ]| he felt,
204:081,05@a   | that holding fast to a belief in her "innocence" was
204:081,06@a   | more and more but a matter of gallantry too fine-spun
204:081,07@a   | for use.  
204:081,07['  ]| As I have already had occasion to relate, he
204:081,08['  ]| was reduced without pleasure to this chopping of logic
204:081,09['  ]| and vexed at his poor fallibility, his want of instinctive
204:081,10['  ]| certitude as to how far her extravagance was
204:081,11['  ]| generic and national and how far it was crudely personal.
204:081,12@a   | Whatever it was he had helplessly missed her,
204:081,13@a   | and now it was too late.  She was "carried away" by
204:081,14@a   | Mr%*Giovanelli.
204:081,15['  ]| A few days after his brief interview with her
204:081,16['  ]| mother he came across her at that supreme seat of
204:081,17['  ]| flowering desolation known as the Palace*of*the*Ca*esars.
204:081,18['  ]| The early Roman spring had filled the air
204:081,19['  ]| with bloom and perfume, and the rugged surface of
204:081,20['  ]| the Palatine was muffled with tender verdure.  Daisy
204:081,21['  ]| moved at her ease over the great mounds of ruin that
204:081,22['  ]| are embanked with mossy marble and paved with
204:081,23['  ]| monumental inscriptions.  It seemed to him 
204:081,23@a   | he had
204:081,24@a   | never known Rome so lovely as just then.  
204:081,24['  ]| He looked
204:081,25['  ]| off at the enchanting harmony of line and colour that
204:081,26['  ]| remotely encircles the city ~~ he inhaled the softly
204:081,27['  ]| humid colours and felt the freshness of the year and
204:081,28['  ]| the antiquity of the place reaffirm themselves in deep
204:081,29['  ]| interfusion.  It struck him also that 
204:081,29@a   | Daisy had never
204:081,30@a   | showed to the eye for so utterly charming; 
204:081,30['  ]| but this
204:081,31['  ]| had been his conviction on every occasion of their
204:081,32['  ]| meeting.  Giovanelli was of course at her side, and
204:082,01['  ]| Giovanelli too glowed as never before with something
204:082,02['  ]| of the glory of his race.
204:082,03[B  ]| "Well," 
204:082,03['  ]| she broke out upon the friend it would have
204:082,04['  ]| been such mockery to designate as the latter's rival,
204:082,05[B  ]| "I should think you'd be quite lonesome!"
204:082,06[A  ]| "Lonesome?"  
204:082,06['  ]| Winterbourne resignedly echoed.
204:082,07[B  ]| "You're always going round by yourself.  Can't you
204:082,08[B  ]| get any*one to walk with you?"
204:082,09[A  ]| "I'm not so fortunate," 
204:082,09['  ]| he answered, 
204:082,09[A  ]| "as your
204:082,10[A  ]| gallant companion."
204:082,11['  ]| Giovanelli had from the first treated him with distinguied
204:082,12['  ]| politeness; he listened with a deferential
204:082,13['  ]| air to his remarks; he laughed puctiliously at his
204:082,14['  ]| pleasantries; he attached such importance as he could
204:082,15['  ]| find terms for to Miss*Miller's cold compatriot.  He
204:082,16['  ]| carried himself in no degree like a jealous wooer; he
204:082,17['  ]| had obviously a great deal of tact; he had no objection
204:082,18['  ]| to any*one's expecting a little humility of him.  It even
204:082,19['  ]| struck Winterbourne that 
204:082,19@a   | he almost yearned at times
204:082,20@a   | for some private communication in the interest of his
204:082,21@a   | character for common sense; a chance to remark to
204:082,22@a   | him as another intelligent man that, bless him, \he\
204:082,23@a   | knew how extraordinary was their young lady and
204:082,24@a   | didn't flatter himself with confident ~~ at least \too\
204:082,25@a   | confident and too delusive ~~ hopes of matrimony and
204:082,26@a   | dollars.  
204:082,26['  ]| On this occasion he strolled away from his
204:082,27['  ]| charming charge to pluck a sprig of almond-blossom
204:082,28['  ]| which he carefully arranged in his button-hole.
204:082,29[B  ]| "I know why you say that," 
204:082,29['  ]| Daisy meanwhile
204:082,30['  ]| observed.  
204:082,30[B  ]| "Because you think I go round too much
204:082,31[B  ]| with \him\!"  
204:082,31['  ]| And she nodded at her discreet attendant.
204:082,32['  ]|
204:083,01[A  ]| "Every*one thinks so ~~ if you care to know," 
204:083,01['  ]| was
204:083,02['  ]| all Winterbourne found to reply.
204:083,03[B  ]| "Of course I care to know!" ~~ 
204:083,03['  ]| she made this
204:083,04['  ]| point with much expression.  
204:083,04[B  ]| "But I don't believe a
204:083,05[B  ]| word of it.  They're only pretending to be shocked.
204:083,06[B  ]| They don't really care a straw what I do.  Besides, I
204:083,07[B  ]| don't go round so much."
204:083,08[A  ]| "I think you'll find they do care.  They'll show it
204:083,09[A  ]| ~~ disagreeably," 
204:083,09['  ]| he took on himself to state.
204:083,10['  ]| Daisy weighed the importance of that idea.  
204:083,10[B  ]| "How
204:083,11[B  ]| ~~ disagreeably?"
204:083,12[A  ]| "Haven't you noticed anything?"  
204:083,12['  ]| he compassionately
204:083,13['  ]| asked.
204:083,14[B  ]| "I've noticed \you\.  But I noticed you've no more
204:083,15[B  ]| ""give"" than a ramrod the first time ever I saw you."
204:083,16[A  ]| "You'll find at least that I've more ""give"" than
204:083,17[A  ]| several others," 
204:083,17['  ]| he patiently smiled.
204:083,18[B  ]| "How shall I find it?"
204:083,19[A  ]| "By going to see the others."
204:083,20[B  ]| "What will they do to me?"
204:083,21[A  ]| "They'll show you the cold shoulder.  Do you
204:083,22[A  ]| know what that means?"
204:083,23['  ]| Daisy was looking at him intently; she began to
204:083,24['  ]| colour.  
204:083,24[B  ]| "Do you mean as Mrs%*Walker did the other
204:083,25[B  ]| night?"
204:083,26[A  ]| "Exactly as Mrs%*Walker did the other night."
204:083,27['  ]| She looked away at Giovanelli, still titivating with
204:083,28['  ]| his almond-blossom.  Then with her attention again
204:083,29['  ]| on the important subject:  
204:083,29[B  ]| "I shouldn't think you'd
204:083,30[B  ]| let people be so unkind!"
204:083,31[A  ]| "How can I help it?"
204:083,32[B  ]| "I should think you'd want to say something."
204:084,01[A  ]| "I do want to say something" ~~ 
204:084,01['  ]| and Winterbourne
204:084,02['  ]| paused a moment.  
204:084,02[A  ]| "I want to say that your
204:084,03[A  ]| mother tells me she believes you engaged."
204:084,04[B  ]| "Well, I guess she does," 
204:084,04['  ]| said Daisy very simply.
204:084,05['  ]| The young man began to laugh.  
204:084,05[A  ]| "And does Randolph
204:084,06[A  ]| believe it?"
204:084,07[B  ]| "I guess Randolph doesn't believe anything."
204:084,08['  ]| This testimony to Randolph's scepticism excited
204:084,09['  ]| Winterbourne to further mirth, and he noticed that
204:084,10['  ]| Giovanelli was coming back to them.  Daisy, observing
204:084,11['  ]| it as well, addressed herself again to her countryman.
204:084,12[B  ]| "Since you've mentioned it," 
204:084,12['  ]| she said, 
204:084,12[B  ]| "I \am\
204:084,13[B  ]| engaged."  
204:084,13['  ]| He looked at her hard ~~ he had stopped
204:084,14['  ]| laughing.  
204:084,14[B  ]| "You don't believe it!"  
204:084,14['  ]| she added.
204:084,15['  ]| He asked himself, and it was for a moment like
204:084,16['  ]| testing a heart-beat; after which, 
204:084,16[A  ]| "Yes, I believe
204:084,17[A  ]| it!"  
204:084,17['  ]| he said.
204:084,18[B  ]| "Oh no, you don't," 
204:084,18['  ]| she answered.  
204:084,18[B  ]| "But \if\ you
204:084,19[B  ]| possibly do," 
204:084,19['  ]| she still more perversely pursued ~~
204:084,20[B  ]| "well, I aint'!"
204:084,21['  ]| Miss*Miller and her constant guide were on their
204:084,22['  ]| way to the gate of the enclosure, so that Winterbourne,
204:084,23['  ]| who had but lately entered, presently took
204:084,24['  ]| leave of them.  A week later on he went to dine at a
204:084,25['  ]| beautiful villa on the Ca*elian*Hill, and, on arriving,
204:084,26['  ]| dismissed his hired vehicle.  The evening was perfect
204:084,27['  ]| and he promised himself the satisfaction of walking
204:084,28['  ]| home beneath the Arch*of*Constantine and past the
204:084,29['  ]| vaguely-lighted monuments of the Forum.  Above
204:084,30['  ]| was a moon half-developed, whose radiance was not
204:084,31['  ]| brilliant but veiled in a thin cloud-curtain that seemed
204:084,32['  ]| to diffuse and equalise it.  When on his return from the
204:085,01['  ]| villa at eleven o'clock he approached the dusky circle
204:085,02['  ]| of the Colosseum the sense of the romantic in him
204:085,03['  ]| easily suggested that 
204:085,03@a   | the interior, in such an atmosphere,
204:085,04@a   | would well repay a glance. 
204:085,04['  ]| He turned aside
204:085,05['  ]| and walked to one of the empty arches, near which, as
204:085,06['  ]| he observed, an open carriage ~~ one of the little Roman
204:085,07['  ]| street-cabs ~~ was stationed.  Then he passed in
204:085,08['  ]| among the cavernous shadows of the great structure
204:085,09['  ]| and emerged upon the clear and silent arena.  The
204:085,10['  ]| place had never seemed to him more impressive.  One
204:085,11['  ]| half of the gigantic circus was in deep shade while the
204:085,12['  ]| other slept in the luminous dusk.  As he stood there he
204:085,13['  ]| began to murmur Byron's famous lines out of  "Manfred";
204:085,14['  ]| but before he had finished his quotation he
204:085,15['  ]| remembered that if nocturnal meditation thereabout
204:085,16['  ]| was the fruit of a rich literary culture it was none
204:085,17['  ]| the less deprecated by medical science.  The air of
204:085,18['  ]| other ages surrounded one; but the air of other
204:085,19['  ]| ages, coldly analysed, was no better than a villainous
204:085,20['  ]| miasma.  Winterbourne sought, however, toward the
204:085,21['  ]| middle of the arena, a further reach of vision, intending
204:085,22['  ]| the next moment a hasty retreat.  The great cross
204:085,23['  ]| in the centre was almost obscured; only as he drew
204:085,24['  ]| near did he make it out distinctly.  He thus also distinguished
204:085,25['  ]| two persons stationed on the low steps that
204:085,26['  ]| formed its base. One of these was a woman seated;
204:085,27['  ]| her companion hovered above her.
204:085,28['  ]| Presently the sound of the woman's voice came to
204:085,29['  ]| him distinctly in the warm night-air.  
204:085,29[B  ]| "Well, he looks
204:085,30[B  ]| at us as one of the old lions or tigers may have looked
204:085,31[B  ]| at the Christian martyrs!"  
204:085,31['  ]| These words were winged
204:085,32['  ]| with their accent, so that they fluttered and settled
204:086,01['  ]| about him in the darkness like vague white doves.
204:086,02['  ]| It was Miss*Daisy*Miller who had released them for
204:086,03['  ]| flight.
204:086,04[H  ]| "Let us hope he's not very hungry" ~~ 
204:086,04['  ]| the bland
204:086,05['  ]| Giovanelli fell in with her humour.  
204:086,05[H  ]| "He'll have to
204:086,06[H  ]| take \me\ first; you'll serve for dessert."
204:086,07['  ]| Winterbourne felt himself pulled up with final
204:086,08['  ]| horror now ~~ and, it must be added, with final relief.
204:086,09['  ]| It was as if a sudden clearance had taken place in
204:086,10['  ]| the anbiguity of the poor girl's appearances and the
204:086,11['  ]| whole riddle of her contradictions had grown easy to
204:086,12['  ]| read.  
204:086,12@a   | She was a young lady about the \shades\ of
204:086,13@a   | whose perversity a foolish puzzled gentleman need
204:086,14@a   | no longer trouble his head or his heart.  That once
204:086,15@a   | questionable quantity \had\ no shades ~~ it was a mere
204:086,16@a   | black little dot.  
204:086,16['  ]| He stood there looking at her, looking
204:086,17['  ]| at her companion too, and not reflecting that
204:086,18['  ]| though he saw them vaguely he himself must have
204:086,19['  ]| been more brightly presented.  He felt angry at all
204:086,20['  ]| his shiftings of view ~~ he felt ashamed of all his
204:086,21['  ]| tender little scruples and all his witless little mercies.
204:086,22['  ]| He was about to advance again, and then again
204:086,23['  ]| checked himself; not from the fear of doing her injustice,
204:086,24['  ]| but from a sense of the danger of showing
204:086,25['  ]| undue exhilaration for this disburdenment of cautious
204:086,26['  ]| criticism.  He turned away toward the entrance of the
204:086,27['  ]| place; but as he did so he heard Daisy speak again.
204:086,28[B  ]| "Why it was Mr%*Winterbourne!  He saw me and
204:086,29[B  ]| he cuts me dead!"
204:086,30@a   | What a clever little reprobate she was, 
204:086,30['  ]| he was amply
204:086,31['  ]| able to reflect at this, 
204:086,31@a   | and how smartly she feigned,
204:086,32@a   | how promptly she sought to play off on him, a surprised
204:087,01@a   | and injured innocence!  But nothing would
204:087,02@a   | induce him to cut her either "dead" or to within any
204:087,03@a   | measurable distance even of the famous "inch" of
204:087,04@a   | her life.  
204:087,04['  ]| He came forward again and went toward the
204:087,05['  ]| great cross.  Daisy had got up and Giovanelli lifted
204:087,06['  ]| his hat.  Winterbourne had now begun to think
204:087,07['  ]| simply of the madness, on the ground of exposure
204:087,08['  ]| and infection, of a frail young creature's lounging
204:087,09['  ]| away such hours in a nest of malaria.  
204:087,09@a   | What if she
204:087,10@a   | \were\ the most plausible of little reprobates?  That
204:087,11@a   | was no reason for her dying of the \8perniciosa\.  
204:087,11[A  ]| "How
204:087,12[A  ]| long have you been ""fooling round"" here?""  
204:087,12['  ]| he asked
204:087,13['  ]| with conscious roughness.
204:087,14['  ]| Daisy, lovely in the sinister silver radiance, appraised
204:087,15['  ]| him a moment, roughness and all.  
204:087,15[B  ]| "Well,
204:087,16[B  ]| I guess all the evening."  
204:087,16['  ]| She answered with spirit
204:087,17['  ]| and, he could see even then, with exaggeration.  
204:087,17[B  ]| "I
204:087,18[B  ]| never saw anything so quaint."
204:087,19[A  ]| "I'm afraid," 
204:087,19['  ]| he returned, 
204:087,19[A  ]| "you'll not think a bad
204:087,20[A  ]| attack of Roman fever very quaint.  This is the way
204:087,21[A  ]| people catch it.  I wonder,"  
204:087,21['  ]| he added to Giovanelli,
204:087,22[A  ]| "that you, a native Roman, should countenance such
204:087,23[A  ]| extraordinary rashness."
204:087,24[H  ]| "Ah," 
204:087,24['  ]| said this seasoned subject, 
204:087,24[H  ]| "for myself I have
204:087,25[H  ]| no fear."
204:087,26[A  ]| "Neither have I ~~ for you!"  
204:087,26['  ]| Winterbourne retorted
204:087,27['  ]| in French.  
204:087,27[A  ]| "I'm speaking for this young lady."
204:087,28['  ]| Giovanelli raised his well-shaped eyebrows and
204:087,29['  ]| showed his shining teeth, but took his critic's rebuke
204:087,30['  ]| with docility.  
204:087,30[H  ]| "I assured 9Mademoiselle it was a grave
204:087,31[H  ]| indiscretion, but when was 9Mademoiselle ever prudent?"
204:087,32[H  ]|
204:088,01[B  ]| "I never was sick, and I don't mean to be!"  
204:088,01['  ]| 9Mademoiselle
204:088,02['  ]| declared.  
204:088,02[B  ]| "I don't look like much, but I'm
204:088,03[B  ]| healthy!  I was bound to see the Colosseum by moonlight
204:088,04[B  ]| ~~ I wouldn't have wanted to go home without
204:088,05[B  ]| \that\; and we've had the most beautiful time, haven't
204:088,06[B  ]| we, Mr%*Giovanelli?  If there has been any danager
204:088,07[B  ]| Eugenio can give me some pills.  Eugenio has got
204:088,08[B  ]| some splendid pills."
204:088,09[A  ]| "\I\ should advise you then,"  
204:088,09['  ]| said Winterbourne,
204:088,10[A  ]| "to drive home as fast as possible and take one!"
204:088,11['  ]| Giovanelli smiled as for the striking happy thought.
204:088,12[H  ]| "What you say is very wise.  I'll go and make sure the
204:088,13[H  ]| carriage is at hand."  
204:088,13['  ]| And he went forward rapidly.
204:088,14['  ]| Daisy followed with Winterbourne.  He tried to
204:088,15['  ]| deny himself the small fine anguish of looking at her,
204:088,16['  ]| but his eyes themselves refused to spare him, and she
204:088,17['  ]| seemed moreover not in the least embarrassed.  He
204:088,18['  ]| spoke no word; Daisy chattered over the beauty of the
204:088,19['  ]| place:  
204:088,19[B  ]| "Well, I \have\ seen the Colosseum by moonlight
204:088,20[B  ]| ~~ that's one thing I can rave about!"  
204:088,20['  ]| Then
204:088,21['  ]| noticing her companion's silence she asked him 
204:088,21@b   | why
204:088,22@b   | he was so stiff ~~ 
204:088,22['  ]| it had always been her great word.
204:088,23['  ]| He made no answer, but he felt his laugh an immense
204:088,24['  ]| negation of stiffness.  They passed under one of the
204:088,25['  ]| dark archways; Giovanelli was in front with the carriage.
204:088,26['  ]| Here Daisy stopped a moment, looking at her
204:088,27['  ]| compatriot.  
204:088,27[B  ]| "\Did\ you believe I was engaged the
204:088,28[B  ]| other day?"
204:088,29[A  ]| "It doesn't matter now what I believed the other
204:088,30[A  ]| day!"  
204:088,30['  ]| he replied with infinite point.
204:088,31@a   | It was a wonder how she didn't wince for it.  
204:088,31[B  ]| "Well,
204:088,32[B  ]| what do you believe now?"
204:089,01[A  ]| "I believe it makes very little difference whether
204:089,02[A  ]| you're engaged or not!"
204:089,03['  ]| He felt her lighted eyes penetrate the thick
204:089,04['  ]| gloom of the vaulted passage ~~ as if to seek some
204:089,05['  ]| access to him she hadn't yet compassed.  But Giovanelli,
204:089,06['  ]| with a graceful inconsequence, was at present
204:089,07['  ]| all for retreat.  
204:089,07[H  ]| "Quick, quick; if we get in by midnight
204:089,08[H  ]| we're quite safe!"
204:089,09['  ]| Daisy took her seat in the carriage and the fortunate
204:089,10['  ]| Italian placed himself beside her.  
204:089,10[A  ]| "Don't forget
204:089,11[A  ]| Eugenio's pills!"  
204:089,11['  ]| said Winterbourne as he lifted his
204:089,12['  ]| hat.
204:089,13[B  ]| "I don't care," 
204:089,13['  ]| she unexpectedly cried out for this,
204:089,14[B  ]| "whether I have Roman fever or not!"  
204:089,14['  ]| On which the
204:089,15['  ]| cab-driver cracked his whip and they rolled across
204:089,16['  ]| the desultory patches of antique pavement.
204:089,17['  ]| Winterbourne ~~ to do him justice, as it were ~~
204:089,18['  ]| mentioned to no*one that he had encountered Miss*Miller
204:089,19['  ]| at midnight in the Colosseum with a gentleman;
204:089,20['  ]| in spite of which deep discretion, however, the
204:089,21['  ]| fact of the scandalous adventure was known a couple
204:089,22['  ]| of days later, with a dozen vivid details, to every member
204:089,23['  ]| of the little American circle, and was commented
204:089,24['  ]| accordingly.  Winterbourne judged thus that 
204:089,24@a   | the
204:089,25@a   | people about the hotel had been thoroughly empowered
204:089,26@a   | to testify, and that after Daisy's return there
204:089,27@a   | would have been an exchange of jokes between the
204:089,28@a   | porter and the cab-driver.  
204:089,28['  ]| But the young man became
204:089,29['  ]| aware at the same moment of 
204:089,29@a   | how thoroughly
204:089,30@a   | it had ceased to ruffle him that the little American
204:089,31@a   | flirt should be "talked about" by low-minded menials.
204:089,32['  ]| These sources of current criticism a day or two
204:090,01['  ]| later abounded still further:  
204:090,01@x   | the little American flirt
204:090,02@x   | was alarmingly ill and the doctors now in possession
204:090,03@x   | of the scene.  
204:090,03['  ]| Winterbourne, when the rumour came
204:090,04['  ]| to him, immediately went to the hotel for more news.
204:090,05['  ]| He found that two or three charitable friends had
204:090,06['  ]| preceded him and that they were being entertained
204:090,07['  ]| in Mrs%*Miller's salon by the all-efficient Randolph.
204:090,08[C  ]| "It's going round at night that way, you bet ~~
204:090,09[C  ]| that's what has made her so sick.  She's always going
204:090,10[C  ]| round at night.  I shouldn't think she'd want to ~~ 
204:090,11[C  ]| it's so plaguey dark over here.  You can't see anything
204:090,12[C  ]| over here without the moon's right up.  In
204:090,13[C  ]| America they don't go round by the moon!"  
204:090,13['  ]| Mrs%*Miller
204:090,14['  ]| meanwhile wholly surrendered to her genius
204:090,15['  ]| for unapparent uses; her salon knew her less than
204:090,16['  ]| ever, and she was presumably now at least giving her
204:090,17['  ]| daughter the advantage of her society.  It was clear
204:090,18['  ]| that Daisy was dangerously ill.
204:090,19['  ]| Winterbourne constantly attended for news from
204:090,20['  ]| the sick-room, which reached him, however, but with
204:090,21['  ]| worrying indirectness, though he once had speech,
204:090,22['  ]| for a moment, of the poor girl's physician and once
204:090,23['  ]| saw Mrs%*Miller, who, sharply alarmed, struck him
204:090,24['  ]| as thereby more happily inspired than he could have
204:090,25['  ]| conceived and indeed as the most noiseless and light-handed
204:090,26['  ]| of nurses.  She invoked a good deal the remote
204:090,27['  ]| shade of Dr%*Davis, but Winterbourne paid her
204:090,28['  ]| the compliment of taking her 
204:090,28@a   | after all for less monstrous
204:090,29@a   | a goose.  
204:090,29['  ]| To this indulgence indeed something
204:090,30['  ]| she further said perhaps even more insidiously disposed
204:090,31['  ]| him.  
204:090,31[E  ]| "Daisy spoke of you the other day quite
204:090,32[E  ]| pleasantly.  Half the time she doesn't know what
204:091,01[E  ]| she's saying, but that time I think she did.  She gave
204:091,02[E  ]| me a message ~~ she told me to tell you.  
204:091,02@b   | She wanted
204:091,03@b   | you to know she never was engaged to that handsome
204:091,04@b   | Italian who was always round.  
204:091,04[E  ]| I'm sure I'm very
204:091,05[E  ]| glad; Mr%*Giovanelli hasn't been near us since she
204:091,06[E  ]| was taken ill.  I thought he was so much of a gentleman,
204:091,07[E  ]| but I don't call that very polite!  A lady told
204:091,08[E  ]| me 
204:091,08@v   | he was afraid I hadn't approved of his being
204:091,09@v   | round with her so much evenings.  
204:091,09[E  ]| Of course it ain't
204:091,10[E  ]| as if their evenings were as pleasant as ours ~~ since
204:091,11[E  ]| \we\ don't seem to feel that way about the poison.  I
204:091,12[E  ]| guess I \don't\ see the point now; but I suppose he
204:091,13[E  ]| knows I'm a lady and I'd scorn to raise a fuss.  Anyway,
204:091,14@b   | she wants you to realise she ain't engaged.  
204:091,14[E  ]| I
204:091,15[E  ]| don't know why she makes so much of it, but she said
204:091,16[E  ]| to me three times 
204:091,16@b   | ""Mind you tell Mr%*Winterbourne.""
204:091,17[E  ]| And then she told me to 
204:091,17@b   | ask if you remembered the
204:091,18@b   | time you went up to that castle in Switzerland.  
204:091,18[E  ]| But
204:091,19[E  ]| I said 
204:091,19@e   | I wouldn't give any such messages as \that\.
204:091,20[E  ]| Only if she ain't engaged I guess I'm glad to realise
204:091,21[E  ]| it too."
204:091,22['  ]| But, as Winterbourne had originally judged, the
204:091,23['  ]| truth on this question had small actual relevance.  A
204:091,24['  ]| week after this the poor girl died; it had been indeed
204:091,25['  ]| a terrible case of the \8perniciosa\.  A grave was found
204:091,26['  ]| for her in the little Protestant cemetery, by an angle
204:091,27['  ]| of the wall of imperial Rome, beneath the cypresses
204:091,28['  ]| and the thick spring-flowers.  Winterbourne stood
204:091,29['  ]| there beside it with a number of other mourners; a
204:091,30['  ]| number larger than the scandal excited by the young
204:091,31['  ]| lady's career might have made probable.  Near him
204:091,32['  ]| stood Giovanelli, who came nearer still before Winterbourne
204:092,01['  ]| turned away.  Giovanelli, in decorous mourning,
204:092,02['  ]| showed but a whiter face; his button-hole lacked
204:092,03['  ]| its nosegay and he had visibly something urgent ~~
204:092,04['  ]| and even to distress ~~ to say, which he scarce knew
204:092,05['  ]| how to "place."  He decided at last to confide it with
204:092,06['  ]| a pale convulsion to Winterbourne.  
204:092,06[H  ]| "She was the
204:092,07[H  ]| most beautiful young lady I ever saw, and the most
204:092,08[H  ]| amiable."  
204:092,08['  ]| To which he added in a moment:  
204:092,08[H  ]| "Also
204:092,09[H  ]| ~~ naturally! ~~ the most innocent."
204:092,10['  ]| Winterbourne sounded him with hard dry eyes,
204:092,11['  ]| but presently repeated his words, 
204:092,11[A  ]| "The most innocent?"
204:092,12[A  ]| 
204:092,13[H  ]| "The most innocent!"
204:092,14['  ]| It came somehow so much too late that our friend
204:092,15['  ]| could only glare at its having come at all.  
204:092,15[A  ]| "Why the
204:092,16[A  ]| devil," 
204:092,16['  ]| he asked, 
204:092,16[A  ]| "did you take her to that fatal
204:092,17[A  ]| place?"
204:092,18['  ]| Giovanelli raised his neat shoulders and eyebrows
204:092,19['  ]| to within suspicion of a shrug.  
204:092,19[H  ]| "For myself I had no
204:092,20[H  ]| fear;  and \she\ ~~ she did what she liked."
204:092,21['  ]| Winterbourne's eyes attached themselves to the
204:092,22['  ]| ground.  
204:092,22[A  ]| "She did what she liked!"
204:092,23['  ]| It determined on the part of poor Giovanelli a further
204:092,24['  ]| pious, a further candid, confidence.  
204:092,24[H  ]| "If she
204:092,25[H  ]| had lived I should have got nothing.  She never would
204:092,26[H  ]| have married me."
204:092,27['  ]| It had been spoken as if to attest, in all sincerity,
204:092,28['  ]| his disinterestedness, but Winterbourne scarce knew
204:092,29['  ]| what welcome to give it.  He said, however, with a
204:092,30['  ]| grace inferior to his friend's:  
204:092,30[A  ]| "I dare say not."
204:092,31['  ]| The latter was even by this not discouraged.  
204:092,31[H  ]| "For
204:092,32[H  ]| a moment I hoped so.  But no.  I'm convinced."
204:093,01['  ]| Winterbourne took it in; he stood staring at the raw
204:093,02['  ]| protuberance among the April daisies.  When he
204:093,03['  ]| turned round again his fellow mourner had stepped
204:093,04['  ]| back.
204:093,05['  ]| He almost immediately left Rome, but the following
204:093,06['  ]| summer he again met his aunt Mrs%*Costello at
204:093,07['  ]| Vevey.  Mrs%*Costello extracted from the charming
204:093,08['  ]| old hotel there a value that the Miller family hadn't
204:093,09['  ]| mastered the secret of.  In the interval Winterbourne
204:093,10['  ]| had often thought of the most interesting member
204:093,11['  ]| of that trio ~~ of her mystifying manners and her
204:093,12['  ]| queer adventure.  One day he spoke of her to his
204:093,13['  ]| aunt ~~ said 
204:093,13@a   | it was on his conscience he had done her
204:093,14@a   | injustice.
204:093,15[D  ]| "I'm sure I don't know" ~~ 
204:093,15['  ]| that lady showed
204:093,16['  ]| caution.  
204:093,16[D  ]| "How did your injustice affect her?"
204:093,17[A  ]| "She sent me a message before her death which
204:093,18[A  ]| I didn't understand at the time.  But I've understood
204:093,19[A  ]| it since.  She would have appreciated one's
204:093,20[A  ]| esteem."
204:093,21[D  ]| "She took an odd way to gain it!  But do you
204:093,22[D  ]| mean by what you say," 
204:093,22['  ]| Mrs%*Costello asked, 
204:093,22[D  ]| "that
204:093,23[D  ]| she would have reciprocated one's affection?"
204:093,24['  ]| As he made no answer to this she after a little looked
204:093,25['  ]| round at him ~~ he hadn't been directly within sight;
204:093,26['  ]| but the effect of that wasn't to make her repeat her
204:093,27['  ]| question.  He spoke, however, after a while.  
204:093,27[A  ]| "You
204:093,28[A  ]| were right in that remark that you made last summer.
204:093,29[A  ]| I was booked to make a mistake.  I've lived too long
204:093,30[A  ]| in foreign parts."  
204:093,30['  ]| And this time she herself said
204:093,31['  ]| nothing.
204:093,32['  ]| Nevertheless he soon went back to live at Geneva,
204:094,01['  ]| whence there continue to come the most contradictory
204:094,02['  ]| accounts of his motives of sojourn:  a report that 
204:094,02@x   | he's
204:094,03@x   | "studying" hard ~~ 
204:094,03['  ]| an intimation that 
204:094,03@x   | he's much
204:094,04@x   | interested in a very clever foreign lady.