Never； indeed； since he had grown old enough to appreciate things；
had he encountered a young American girl of so pronounced a type as this。
Certainly she was very charming； but how deucedly sociable！
Was she simply a pretty girl from New York State？ Were they all
like that； the pretty girls who had a good deal of gentlemen's society？
Or was she also a designing； an audacious； an unscrupulous young person？
Winterbourne had lost his instinct in this matter； and his reason
could not help him。 Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent。
Some people had told him that； after all； American girls
were exceedingly innocent； and others had told him that；
after all； they were not。 He was inclined to think Miss Daisy
Miller was a flirta pretty American flirt。 He had never；
as yet； had any relations with young ladies of this category。
He had known； here in Europe； two or three womenpersons older
than Miss Daisy Miller； and provided； for respectability's sake；
with husbandswho were great coquettesdangerous； terrible women；
with whom one's relations were liable to take a serious turn。
But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense； she was
very unsophisticated； she was only a pretty American flirt。
Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula
that applied to Miss Daisy Miller。 He leaned back in his seat；
he remarked to himself that she had the most charming nose
he had ever seen； he wondered what were the regular conditions
and limitations of one's intercourse with a pretty American flirt。
It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn。
〃Have you been to that old castle？〃 asked the young girl； pointing with her
parasol to the far…gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon。
〃Yes； formerly； more than once；〃 said Winterbourne。
〃You too； I suppose； have seen it？〃
〃No； we haven't been there。 I want to go there dreadfully。
Of course I mean to go there。 I wouldn't go away from here
without having seen that old castle。〃
〃It's a very pretty excursion；〃 said Winterbourne； 〃and very easy to make。
You can drive； you know； or you can go by the little steamer。〃
〃You can go in the cars；〃 said Miss Miller。
〃Yes； you can go in the cars；〃 Winterbourne assented。
〃Our courier says they take you right up to the castle；〃 the young
girl continued。 〃We were going last week； but my mother gave out。
She suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia。 She said she couldn't go。
Randolph wouldn't go either； he says he doesn't think much of old castles。
But I guess we'll go this week； if we can get Randolph。〃
〃Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments？〃
Winterbourne inquired； smiling。
〃He says he don't care much about old castles。 He's only nine。
He wants to stay at the hotel。 Mother's afraid to leave him alone；
and the courier won't stay with him； so we haven't been to many places。
But it will be too bad if we don't go up there。〃 And Miss Miller
pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon。
〃I should think it might be arranged；〃 said Winterbourne。
〃Couldn't you get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph？〃
Miss Miller looked at him a moment； and then； very placidly；
〃I wish YOU would stay with him！〃 she said。
Winterbourne hesitated a moment。 〃I should much rather go
to Chillon with you。〃
〃With me？〃 asked the young girl with the same placidity。
She didn't rise； blushing； as a young girl at Geneva would have done；
and yet Winterbourne； conscious that he had been very bold；
thought it possible she was offended。 〃With your mother；〃
he answered very respectfully。
But it seemed that both his audacity and his respect were lost
upon Miss Daisy Miller。 〃I guess my mother won't go； after all；〃
she said。 〃She don't like to ride round in the afternoon。
But did you really mean what you said just nowthat you would
like to go up there？〃
〃Most earnestly；〃 Winterbourne declared。
〃Then we may arrange it。 If mother will stay with Randolph；
I guess Eugenio will。〃
〃Eugenio？〃 the young man inquired。
〃Eugenio's our courier。 He doesn't like to stay with Randolph；
he's the most fastidious man I ever saw。 But he's a splendid courier。
I guess he'll stay at home with Randolph if mother does； and then
we can go to the castle。〃
Winterbourne reflected for an instant as lucidly as possible
〃we〃 could only mean Miss Daisy Miller and himself。
This program seemed almost too agreeable for credence；
he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady's hand。
Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project；
but at this moment another person； presumably Eugenio； appeared。
A tall； handsome man； with superb whiskers； wearing a velvet
morning coat and a brilliant watch chain； approached Miss Miller；
looking sharply at her companion。 〃Oh； Eugenio！〃 said Miss
Miller with the friendliest accent。
Eugenio had looked at Winterbourne from head to foot；
he now bowed gravely to the young lady。 〃I have the honor
to inform mademoiselle that luncheon is upon the table。〃
Miss Miller slowly rose。 〃See here； Eugenio！〃 she said；
〃I'm going to that old castle； anyway。〃
〃To the Chateau de Chillon； mademoiselle？〃 the courier inquired。
〃Mademoiselle has made arrangements？〃 he added in a tone which struck
Winterbourne as very impertinent。
Eugenio's tone apparently threw； even to Miss Miller's own apprehension；
a slightly ironical light upon the young girl's situation。
She turned to Winterbourne； blushing a littlea very little。
〃You won't back out？〃 she said。
〃I shall not be happy till we go！〃 he protested。
〃And you are staying in this hotel？〃 she went on。
〃And you are really an American？〃
The courier stood looking at Winterbourne offensively。 The young man；
at least； thought his manner of looking an offense to Miss Miller；
it conveyed an imputation that she 〃picked up〃 acquaintances。 〃I shall
have the honor of presenting to you a person who will tell you all about me；〃
he said； smiling and referring to his aunt。
〃Oh； well； we'll go some day；〃 said Miss Miller。
And she gave him a smile and turned away。 She put up
her parasol and walked back to the inn beside Eugenio。
Winterbourne stood looking after her； and as she moved away；
drawing her muslin furbelows over the gravel； said to himself
that she had the tournure of a princess。
He had； however； engaged to do more than proved feasible； in promising
to present his aunt； Mrs。 Costello； to Miss Daisy Miller。
As soon as the former lady had got better of her headache；
he waited upon her in her apartment； and； after the proper
inquiries in regard to her health； he asked her if she had
observed in the hotel an American familya mamma； a daughter；
and a little boy。
〃And a courier？〃 said Mrs。 Costello。 〃Oh yes； I have observed them。
Seen themheard themand kept out of their way。〃 Mrs。 Costello was
a widow with a fortune； a person of much distinction； who frequently
intimated that； if she were not so dreadfully liable to sick headaches；
she would probably have left a deeper impress upon her time。 She had a long；
pale face； a high nose； and a great deal of very striking white hair；
which she wore in large puffs and rouleaux over the top of her head。
She had two sons married in New York and another who was now in Europe。
This young man was amusing himself at Hamburg； and； though he was
on his travels； was rarely perceived to visit any particular city
at the moment selected by his mother for her own appearance there。
Her nephew； who had come up to Vevey expressly to see her； was therefore
more attentive than those who； as she said； were nearer to her。
He had imbibed at Geneva the idea that one must always be attentive
to one's aunt。 Mrs。 Costello had not seen him for many years；
and she was greatly pleased with him； manifesting her approbation
by initiating him into many of the secrets of that social sway which；
as she gave him to understand； she exerted in the American capital。
She admitted that she was very exclusive； but； if he were acquainted with
New York； he would see that one had to be。 And her picture of the minutely
hierarchical constitution of the society of that city； which she presented
to him in many different lights； was； to Winterbourne's imagination；
almost oppressively striking。
He immediately perceived； from her tone； that Miss Daisy Miller's
place in the social scale was low。 〃I am afraid you don't approve
of them；〃 he said。
〃They are very common；〃 Mrs。 Costello declared。 〃They are the sort
of Americans that one does one's duty by notnot accepting。〃
〃Ah； you don't accept them？〃 said the young man。
〃I can't； my dear Frederick。 I would if I could； but I can't。〃
〃The young girl is very pretty；〃 said Winterbourne in a moment。
〃Of course she's pretty。 But she is very common。〃
〃I see what you mean； of course；〃 said Winterbourne after another pause。
〃She has that charming look that they all have；〃 his aunt resumed。
〃I can't think where they pick it up； and she dresses
in perfectionno； you don't know how well she dresses。
I can't think where they get their taste。〃
〃But； my dear aunt； she is not； after all； a Comanche savage。〃
〃She is a young lady；〃 said Mrs。 Costello； 〃who has an intimacy
with her mamma's courier。〃
〃An intimacy with the courier？〃 the young man demanded。
〃Oh； the mother is just as bad！ They treat the courier
like a familiar friendlike a gentleman。 I shouldn't wonder
if he dines with them。 Very likely they have never seen a man
with such good manners； such fine clothes； so like a gentleman。
He probably corresponds to the young lady's idea of a count。
He sits with them in the garden in the evening。
I think he smokes。〃
Winterbourne listened with interest to these disclosures；
they helped him to make up his mind about Miss Daisy。
Evidently she was rather wi