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So you ought to have come. I was sure we should be going round all the time with one of those dreadful old men that explain about the pictures and things. I know ever so many people, and they are all so charming. There are all kinds—English, and Germans, and Italians. I think I like the English best. I like their style of conversation. But there are some lovely Americans. I never saw anything so hospitable.

I was always fond of conversation. I guess I shall have plenty at Mrs. Giovanelli might be. She burst into her little laugh. Winterbourne perceived at some distance a little man standing with folded arms nursing his cane. He had a handsome face, an artfully poised hat, a glass in one eye, and a nosegay in his buttonhole. Daisy stopped and looked at him, without a sign of troubled consciousness in her face, with nothing but the presence of her charming eyes and her happy dimples.

The main point is to give you an idea of my meaning. The young girl looked at him more gravely, but with eyes that were prettier than ever. Daisy began to laugh again. Giovanelli is the right one? The gentleman with the nosegay in his bosom had now perceived our two friends, and was approaching the young girl with obsequious rapidity. Daisy evidently had a natural talent for performing introductions; she mentioned the name of each of her companions to the other.

She strolled alone with one of them on each side of her; Mr. Giovanelli, who spoke English very cleverly—Winterbourne afterward learned that he had practiced the idiom upon a great many American heiresses—addressed her a great deal of very polite nonsense; he was extremely urbane, and the young American, who said nothing, reflected upon that profundity of Italian cleverness which enables people to appear more gracious in proportion as they are more acutely disappointed.

Giovanelli, of course, had counted upon something more intimate; he had not bargained for a party of three. But he kept his temper in a manner which suggested far-stretching intentions. Winterbourne flattered himself that he had taken his measure. He is a music master, or a penny-a-liner, or a third-rate artist. Giovanelli chattered and jested and made himself wonderfully agreeable. It was true that, if he was an imitation, the imitation was brilliant.

Would a nice girl, even allowing for her being a little American flirt, make a rendezvous with a presumably low-lived foreigner? The rendezvous in this case, indeed, had been in broad daylight and in the most crowded corner of Rome, but was it not impossible to regard the choice of these circumstances as a proof of extreme cynicism?

Singular though it may seem, Winterbourne was vexed that the young girl, in joining her amoroso, should not appear more impatient of his own company, and he was vexed because of his inclination. It was impossible to regard her as a perfectly well-conducted young lady; she was wanting in a certain indispensable delicacy. But Daisy, on this occasion, continued to present herself as an inscrutable combination of audacity and innocence.

She had been walking some quarter of an hour, attended by her two cavaliers, and responding in a tone of very childish gaiety, as it seemed to Winterbourne, to the pretty speeches of Mr.

Giovanelli, when a carriage that had detached itself from the revolving train drew up beside the path. At the same moment Winterbourne perceived that his friend Mrs. Walker—the lady whose house he had lately left—was seated in the vehicle and was beckoning to him. Walker was flushed; she wore an excited air. She must not walk here with you two men.

Fifty people have noticed her. Winterbourne raised his eyebrows. After you had all left me just now, I could not sit still for thinking of it. It seemed too pitiful, not even to attempt to save her. I ordered the carriage and put on my bonnet, and came here as quickly as possible.

Thank Heaven I have found you! Walker tried. The young man went in pursuit of Miss Miller, who had simply nodded and smiled at his interlocutor in the carriage and had gone her way with her companion. Daisy, on learning that Mrs. Walker wished to speak to her, retraced her steps with a perfect good grace and with Mr. Giovanelli at her side. She declared that she was delighted to have a chance to present this gentleman to Mrs.

She immediately achieved the introduction, and declared that she had never in her life seen anything so lovely as Mrs. Walker, leaning forward in her victoria, with her hands devoutly clasped. Winterbourne saw that she scented interference. You are old enough, dear Miss Miller, to be talked about. Daisy looked at Mrs. Walker, smiling intensely. What do you mean? Daisy turned her quickened glance again from one of the gentlemen beside her to the other.

Giovanelli was bowing to and fro, rubbing down his gloves and laughing very agreeably; Winterbourne thought it a most unpleasant scene. Winterbourne wished that Mrs. Walker would tuck in her carriage rug and drive away, but this lady did not enjoy being defied, as she afterward told him.

She looked again at Mr. Giovanelli, then she turned to Winterbourne. There was a little pink flush in her cheek; she was tremendously pretty. Winterbourne colored; for an instant he hesitated greatly. The finest gallantry, here, was simply to tell her the truth; and the truth, for Winterbourne, as the few indications I have been able to give have made him known to the reader, was that Daisy Miller should take Mrs.

Daisy gave a violent laugh. If this is improper, Mrs. Giovanelli, who made a triumphantly obsequious salute, she turned away. Walker sat looking after her, and there were tears in Mrs. The young man answered that he felt bound to accompany Miss Miller, whereupon Mrs. Walker declared that if he refused her this favor she would never speak to him again. She was evidently in earnest. Winterbourne overtook Daisy and her companion, and, offering the young girl his hand, told her that Mrs.

Walker had made an imperious claim upon his society. Walker had so charitably endeavored to dissuade her. But she only shook his hand, hardly looking at him, while Mr.

Giovanelli bade him farewell with a too emphatic flourish of the hat. Winterbourne was not in the best possible humor as he took his seat in Mrs. Her mother goes away when visitors come. Walker, that you and I have lived too long at Geneva! Walker pursued. Here, by the way, you have a chance. The carriage was traversing that part of the Pincian Garden that overhangs the wall of Rome and overlooks the beautiful Villa Borghese.

It is bordered by a large parapet, near which there are several seats. One of the seats at a distance was occupied by a gentleman and a lady, toward whom Mrs. Walker gave a toss of her head. At the same moment these persons rose and walked toward the parapet. Winterbourne had asked the coachman to stop; he now descended from the carriage. His companion looked at him a moment in silence; then, while he raised his hat, she drove majestically away. Winterbourne stood there; he had turned his eyes toward Daisy and her cavalier.

They evidently saw no one; they were too deeply occupied with each other. When they reached the low garden wall, they stood a moment looking off at the great flat-topped pine clusters of the Villa Borghese; then Giovanelli seated himself, familiarly, upon the broad ledge of the wall.

She came a little nearer, and he held the parasol over her; then, still holding it, he let it rest upon her shoulder, so that both of their heads were hidden from Winterbourne. This young man lingered a moment, then he began to walk. But he walked—not toward the couple with the parasol; toward the residence of his aunt, Mrs.

He flattered himself on the following day that there was no smiling among the servants when he, at least, asked for Mrs. Miller at her hotel. This lady and her daughter, however, were not at home; and on the next day after, repeating his visit, Winterbourne again had the misfortune not to find them.

Walker was one of those American ladies who, while residing abroad, make a point, in their own phrase, of studying European society, and she had on this occasion collected several specimens of her diversely born fellow mortals to serve, as it were, as textbooks. When Winterbourne arrived, Daisy Miller was not there, but in a few moments he saw her mother come in alone, very shyly and ruefully. As she approached Mrs. Walker, Winterbourne also drew near.

I wanted to bring Randolph or Eugenio, or someone, but Daisy just pushed me off by myself. Walker impressively. Giovanelli sings splendidly. Miller hopefully. Walker, turning away and addressing herself to Winterbourne. When she comes, I shall not speak to her.

She rustled forward in radiant loveliness, smiling and chattering, carrying a large bouquet, and attended by Mr.

Everyone stopped talking and turned and looked at her. She came straight to Mrs. I wanted to make Mr. Giovanelli practice some things before he came; you know he sings beautifully, and I want you to ask him to sing. This is Mr. I made him go over them this evening on purpose; we had the greatest time at the hotel. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. This gentleman bore himself gallantly.

He smiled and bowed and showed his white teeth; he curled his mustaches and rolled his eyes and performed all the proper functions of a handsome Italian at an evening party. He sang very prettily half a dozen songs, though Mrs. Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders.

Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper?

People have different ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days. The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of this country. Did you ever hear of a nice girl that was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. So when you show yourself in public with Mr.

Giovanelli is not; he means something else. She had allowed him up to this point to talk so frankly that he had no expectation of shocking her by this ejaculation; but she immediately got up, blushing visibly, and leaving him to exclaim mentally that little American flirts were the queerest creatures in the world. Winterbourne was bewildered; he stood, staring. Giovanelli had finished singing. He left the piano and came over to Daisy. Daisy turned to Winterbourne, beginning to smile again.

He was still more perplexed, for this inconsequent smile made nothing clear, though it seemed to prove, indeed, that she had a sweetness and softness that reverted instinctively to the pardon of offenses. She sat with him in the adjoining room, in the embrasure of the window, for the rest of the evening. There was an interesting performance at the piano, but neither of these young people gave heed to it.

When Daisy came to take leave of Mrs. She turned her back straight upon Miss Miller and left her to depart with what grace she might. Winterbourne was standing near the door; he saw it all. Daisy turned very pale and looked at her mother, but Mrs. Miller was humbly unconscious of any violation of the usual social forms. She appeared, indeed, to have felt an incongruous impulse to draw attention to her own striking observance of them.

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