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〃Well；　I　guess　you　had　better　leave　it　somewhere；〃　she　said　after　a　moment。



〃Are　you　going　to　Italy？〃　　Winterbourne　inquired　in　a　tone

of　great　respect。



The　young　lady　glanced　at　him　again。　　〃Yes；　sir；〃　she　replied。

And　she　said　nothing　more。



〃Are　youa　going　over　the　Simplon？〃　　Winterbourne　pursued；

a　little　embarrassed。



〃I　don't　know；〃　she　said。　　〃I　suppose　it's　some　mountain。

Randolph；　what　mountain　are　we　going　over？〃



〃Going　where？〃　the　child　demanded。



〃To　Italy；〃　Winterbourne　explained。



〃I　don't　know；〃　said　Randolph。　　〃I　don't　want　to　go　to　Italy。

I　want　to　go　to　America。〃



〃Oh；　Italy　is　a　beautiful　place！〃　rejoined　the　young　man。



〃Can　you　get　candy　there？〃　　Randolph　loudly　inquired。



〃I　hope　not；〃　said　his　sister。　　〃I　guess　you　have　had　enough　candy；

and　mother　thinks　so　too。〃



〃I　haven't　had　any　for　ever　so　longfor　a　hundred　weeks！〃

cried　the　boy；　still　jumping　about。



The　young　lady　inspected　her　flounces　and　smoothed　her　ribbons　again；

and　Winterbourne　presently　risked　an　observation　upon　the　beauty

of　the　view。　　He　was　ceasing　to　be　embarrassed；　for　he　had　begun

to　perceive　that　she　was　not　in　the　least　embarrassed　herself。

There　had　not　been　the　slightest　alteration　in　her　charming　complexion；

she　was　evidently　neither　offended　nor　flattered。

If　she　looked　another　way　when　he　spoke　to　her；　and　seemed　not

particularly　to　hear　him；　this　was　simply　her　habit；　her　manner。

Yet；　as　he　talked　a　little　more　and　pointed　out　some　of　the　objects

of　interest　in　the　view；　with　which　she　appeared　quite　unacquainted；

she　gradually　gave　him　more　of　the　benefit　of　her　glance；　and　then

he　saw　that　this　glance　was　perfectly　direct　and　unshrinking。

It　was　not；　however；　what　would　have　been　called　an　immodest　glance；

for　the　young　girl's　eyes　were　singularly　honest　and　fresh。

They　were　wonderfully　pretty　eyes；　and；　indeed；　Winterbourne　had　not

seen　for　a　long　time　anything　prettier　than　his　fair　countrywoman's

various　featuresher　complexion；　her　nose；　her　ears；　her　teeth。

He　had　a　great　relish　for　feminine　beauty；　he　was　addicted　to

observing　and　analyzing　it；　and　as　regards　this　young　lady's　face

he　made　several　observations。　　It　was　not　at　all　insipid；　but　it

was　not　exactly　expressive；　and　though　it　was　eminently　delicate；

Winterbourne　mentally　accused　itvery　forgivinglyof　a　want　of　finish。

He　thought　it　very　possible　that　Master　Randolph's　sister　was　a　coquette；

he　was　sure　she　had　a　spirit　of　her　own；　but　in　her　bright；

sweet；　superficial　little　visage　there　was　no　mockery；　no　irony。

Before　long　it　became　obvious　that　she　was　much　disposed

toward　conversation。　　She　told　him　that　they　were　going　to　Rome

for　the　wintershe　and　her　mother　and　Randolph。　　She　asked　him

if　he　was　a　〃real　American〃；　she　shouldn't　have　taken　him　for　one；

he　seemed　more　like　a　Germanthis　was　said　after　a　little　hesitation

especially　when　he　spoke。　　Winterbourne；　laughing；　answered　that

he　had　met　Germans　who　spoke　like　Americans；　but　that　he　had　not；

so　far　as　he　remembered；　met　an　American　who　spoke　like　a　German。

Then　he　asked　her　if　she　should　not　be　more　comfortable　in　sitting

upon　the　bench　which　he　had　just　quitted。　　She　answered　that　she

liked　standing　up　and　walking　about；　but　she　presently　sat　down。

She　told　him　she　was　from　New　York　State〃if　you　know　where　that　is。〃

Winterbourne　learned　more　about　her　by　catching　hold　of　her　small；

slippery　brother　and　making　him　stand　a　few　minutes　by　his　side。



〃Tell　me　your　name；　my　boy；〃　he　said。



〃Randolph　C。　Miller；〃　said　the　boy　sharply。　　〃And　I'll　tell　you　her　name〃；

and　he　leveled　his　alpenstock　at　his　sister。



〃You　had　better　wait　till　you　are　asked！〃　said　this　young　lady　calmly。



〃I　should　like　very　much　to　know　your　name；〃　said　Winterbourne。



〃Her　name　is　Daisy　Miller！〃　cried　the　child。　　〃But　that　isn't　her　real　name；

that　isn't　her　name　on　her　cards。〃



〃It's　a　pity　you　haven't　got　one　of　my　cards！〃　said　Miss　Miller。



〃Her　real　name　is　Annie　P。　Miller；〃　the　boy　went　on。



〃Ask　him　HIS　name；〃　said　his　sister；　indicating　Winterbourne。



But　on　this　point　Randolph　seemed　perfectly　indifferent；

he　continued　to　supply　information　with　regard　to　his　own　family。

〃My　father's　name　is　Ezra　B。　Miller；〃　he　announced。

〃My　father　ain't　in　Europe；　my　father's　in　a　better

place　than　Europe；。〃



Winterbourne　imagined　for　a　moment　that　this　was　the　manner

in　which　the　child　had　been　taught　to　intimate　that　Mr。　Miller

had　been　removed　to　the　sphere　of　celestial　reward。

But　Randolph　immediately　added；　〃My　father's　in　Schenectady。

He's　got　a　big　business。　　My　father's　rich；　you　bet！〃



〃Well！〃　ejaculated　Miss　Miller；　lowering　her　parasol　and　looking

at　the　embroidered　border。　　Winterbourne　presently　released

the　child；　who　departed；　dragging　his　alpenstock　along　the　path。

〃He　doesn't　like　Europe；〃　said　the　young　girl。　　〃He　wants

to　go　back。〃



〃To　Schenectady；　you　mean？〃



〃Yes；　he　wants　to　go　right　home。　　He　hasn't　got　any　boys　here。

There　is　one　boy　here；　but　he　always　goes　round　with　a　teacher；

they　won't　let　him　play。〃



〃And　your　brother　hasn't　any　teacher？〃　　Winterbourne　inquired。



〃Mother　thought　of　getting　him　one；　to　travel　round　with　us。

There　was　a　lady　told　her　of　a　very　good　teacher；

an　American　ladyperhaps　you　know　herMrs。　Sanders。

I　think　she　came　from　Boston。　　She　told　her　of　this　teacher；

and　we　thought　of　getting　him　to　travel　round　with　us。

But　Randolph　said　he　didn't　want　a　teacher　traveling　round　with　us。

He　said　he　wouldn't　have　lessons　when　he　was　in　the　cars。

And　we　ARE　in　the　cars　about　half　the　time。　　There　was　an　English

lady　we　met　in　the　carsI　think　her　name　was　Miss　Featherstone；

perhaps　you　know　her。　　She　wanted　to　know　why　I　didn't　give

Randolph　lessonsgive　him　'instruction；'　she　called　it。

I　guess　he　could　give　me　more　instruction　than　I　could　give　him。

He's　very　smart。〃



〃Yes；〃　said　Winterbourne；　〃he　seems　very　smart。〃



〃Mother's　going　to　get　a　teacher　for　him　as　soon　as　we　get　to　Italy。

Can　you　get　good　teachers　in　Italy？〃



〃Very　good；　I　should　think；〃　said　Winterbourne。



〃Or　else　she's　going　to　find　some　school。　　He　ought　to　learn

some　more。　　He's　only　nine。　　He's　going　to　college。〃

And　in　this　way　Miss　Miller　continued　to　converse　upon　the　affairs

of　her　family　and　upon　other　topics。　　She　sat　there　with　her

extremely　pretty　hands；　ornamented　with　very　brilliant　rings；

folded　in　her　lap；　and　with　her　pretty　eyes　now　resting　upon

those　of　Winterbourne；　now　wandering　over　the　garden；　the　people

who　passed　by；　and　the　beautiful　view。　　She　talked　to　Winterbourne

as　if　she　had　known　him　a　long　time。　　He　found　it　very　pleasant。

It　was　many　years　since　he　had　heard　a　young　girl　talk　so　much。

It　might　have　been　said　of　this　unknown　young　lady；　who　had　come

and　sat　down　beside　him　upon　a　bench；　that　she　chattered。

She　was　very　quiet；　she　sat　in　a　charming；　tranquil　attitude；

but　her　lips　and　her　eyes　were　constantly　moving。　　She　had　a　soft；

slender；　agreeable　voice；　and　her　tone　was　decidedly　sociable。

She　gave　Winterbourne　a　history　of　her　movements　and　intentions

and　those　of　her　mother　and　brother；　in　Europe；　and　enumerated；

in　particular；　the　various　hotels　at　which　they　had　stopped。

〃That　English　lady　in　the　cars；〃　she　said〃Miss　Featherstone

asked　me　if　we　didn't　all　live　in　hotels　in　America。

I　told　her　I　had　never　been　in　so　many　hotels　in　my　life　as　since　I

came　to　Europe。　　I　have　never　seen　so　manyit's　nothing　but　hotels。〃

But　Miss　Miller　did　not　make　this　remark　with　a　querulous　accent；

she　appeared　to　be　in　the　best　humor　with　everything。

She　declared　that　the　hotels　were　very　good；　when　once　you

got　used　to　their　ways；　and　that　Europe　was　perfectly　sweet。

She　was　not　disappointednot　a　bit。　　Perhaps　it　was　because

she　had　heard　so　much　about　it　before。　　She　had　ever　so　many

intimate　friends　that　had　been　there　ever　so　many　times。

And　then　she　had　had　ever　so　many　dresses　and　things　from　Paris。

Whenever　she　put　on　a　Paris　dress　she　felt　as　if　she

were　in　Europe。



〃It　was　a　kind　of　a　wishing　cap；〃　said　Winterbourne。



〃Yes；〃　said　Miss　Miller　without　examining　this　analogy；

〃it　always　made　me　wish　I　was　here。　　But　I　needn't　have

done　that　for　dresses。　　I　am　sure　they　send　all　the　pretty

ones　to　America；　you　see　the　most　frightful　things　here。

The　only　thing　I　don't　like；〃　she　proceeded；　〃is　the　society。

There　isn't　any　society；　or；　if　there　is；　I　don't　know

where　it　keeps　itself。　　Do　you？　　I　suppose　there　is　some

society　somewhere；　but　I　haven't　seen　anything　of　it。

I'm　very　fond　of　society；　and　I　have　always　had　a　great　deal　of　it。

I　don't　mean　only　in　Schenectady；　but　in　New　York。

I　used　to　go　to　New　York　every　winter。　　In　New　York　I　had　lots

of　society。　　Last　winter　I　had　seventeen　dinners　given　me；

and　three　of　them　were　by　gentlemen；〃　added　Daisy　Miller。

〃I　have　more　friends　in　New　York　than　in　Schenectady

more　gentleman　friends；　and　more　young　lady　friends　too；〃

she　resumed　in　a　moment。　　She　paused　again　for　an　instant；

she　was　looking　at　Winterbourne　with　all　her　prettiness　in　her

lively　eyes　and　in　her　light；　slightly　monotonous　smile。

〃I　have　always　had；〃　she　said；　〃a　great　deal　of　gentlemen's　society。〃



Poor　Winterbourne　was　amused；　perplexed；　and　decidedly　charmed。

He　had　never　yet　heard　a　young　girl　express　herself　in　just

this　fashion；　never；　at　least；　save　in　cases　where　to　say　such

things　seemed　a　kind　of　demonstrative　evidence　of　a　certain

laxity　of　deportment。　　And　yet　was　he　to　accuse　Miss　Daisy　Miller

of　actual　or　potential　inconduite；　as　they　said　at　Geneva？

He　felt　that　he　had　lived　at　Geneva　so　long　that　he　had　lost

a　good　deal；　he　had　become　dishabituated　to　the　American　tone。

Never；　indeed；　since　he　had　grown　old　enough　to　appreciate　things；

had　he　encountered　a　young　American　girl　of　so　pro