INTWOPARTS
　　PARTI
　　AtthelittletownofVevey，inSwitzerland，thereisaparticularlycomfortablehotel。Thereare，indeed，manyhotels，fortheentertainmentoftouristsisthebusinessoftheplace，which，asmanytravelerswillremember，isseatedupontheedgeofaremarkablybluelake——alakethatitbehooveseverytouristtovisit。Theshoreofthelakepresentsanunbrokenarrayofestablishmentsofthisorder，ofeverycategory，fromthe"grandhotel"ofthenewestfashion，withachalk-whitefront，ahundredbalconies，andadozenflagsflyingfromitsroof，tothelittleSwisspensionofanelderday，withitsnameinscribedinGerman-lookingletteringuponapinkoryellowwallandanawkwardsummerhouseintheangleofthegarden。
　　OneofthehotelsatVevey，however，isfamous，evenclassical，beingdistinguishedfrommanyofitsupstartneighborsbyanairbothofluxuryandofmaturity。Inthisregion，inthemonthofJune，Americantravelersareextremelynumerous；
　　itmaybesaid，indeed，thatVeveyassumesatthisperiodsomeofthecharacteristicsofanAmericanwateringplace。
　　Therearesightsandsoundswhichevokeavision，anecho，ofNewportandSaratoga。Thereisaflittinghitherandthitherof"stylish"younggirls，arustlingofmuslinflounces，arattleofdancemusicinthemorninghours，asoundofhigh-pitchedvoicesatalltimes。Youreceiveanimpressionofthesethingsattheexcellentinnofthe"TroisCouronnes"
　　andaretransportedinfancytotheOceanHouseortoCongressHall。
　　Butatthe"TroisCouronnes，"itmustbeadded，thereareotherfeaturesthataremuchatvariancewiththesesuggestions：
　　neatGermanwaiters，wholooklikesecretariesoflegation；
　　Russianprincessessittinginthegarden；littlePolishboyswalkingaboutheldbythehand，withtheirgovernors；
　　aviewofthesunnycrestoftheDentduMidiandthepicturesquetowersoftheCastleofChillon。
　　IhardlyknowwhetheritwastheanalogiesorthedifferencesthatwereuppermostinthemindofayoungAmerican，who，twoorthreeyearsago，satinthegardenofthe"TroisCouronnes，"lookingabouthim，ratheridly，atsomeofthegracefulobjectsIhavementioned。
　　Itwasabeautifulsummermorning，andinwhateverfashiontheyoungAmericanlookedatthings，theymusthaveseemedtohimcharming。
　　HehadcomefromGenevathedaybeforebythelittlesteamer，toseehisaunt，whowasstayingatthehotel——Genevahavingbeenforalongtimehisplaceofresidence。Buthisaunthadaheadache——
　　hisaunthadalmostalwaysaheadache——andnowshewasshutupinherroom，smellingcamphor，sothathewasatlibertytowanderabout。
　　Hewassomeseven-and-twentyyearsofage；whenhisfriendsspokeofhim，theyusuallysaidthathewasatGeneva"studying。"
　　Whenhisenemiesspokeofhim，theysaid——but，afterall，hehadnoenemies；hewasanextremelyamiablefellow，anduniversallyliked。
　　WhatIshouldsayis，simply，thatwhencertainpersonsspokeofhimtheyaffirmedthatthereasonofhisspendingsomuchtimeatGenevawasthathewasextremelydevotedtoaladywholivedthere——aforeignlady——apersonolderthanhimself。
　　VeryfewAmericans——indeed，Ithinknone——hadeverseenthislady，aboutwhomthereweresomesingularstories。ButWinterbournehadanoldattachmentforthelittlemetropolisofCalvinism；
　　hehadbeenputtoschoolthereasaboy，andhehadafterwardgonetocollegethere——circumstanceswhichhadledtohisformingagreatmanyyouthfulfriendships。Manyofthesehehadkept，andtheywereasourceofgreatsatisfactiontohim。
　　Afterknockingathisaunt’sdoorandlearningthatshewasindisposed，hehadtakenawalkaboutthetown，andthenhehadcomeintohisbreakfast。Hehadnowfinishedhisbreakfast；buthewasdrinkingasmallcupofcoffee，whichhadbeenservedtohimonalittletableinthegardenbyoneofthewaiterswholookedlikeanattache。
　　Atlasthefinishedhiscoffeeandlitacigarette。Presentlyasmallboycamewalkingalongthepath——anurchinofnineorten。
　　Thechild，whowasdiminutiveforhisyears，hadanagedexpressionofcountenance，apalecomplexion，andsharplittlefeatures。
　　Hewasdressedinknickerbockers，withredstockings，whichdisplayedhispoorlittlespindle-shanks；healsoworeabrilliantredcravat。
　　Hecarriedinhishandalongalpenstock，thesharppointofwhichhethrustintoeverythingthatheapproached——theflowerbeds，thegardenbenches，thetrainsoftheladies’dresses。InfrontofWinterbournehepaused，lookingathimwithapairofbright，penetratinglittleeyes。
　　"Willyougivemealumpofsugar？"heaskedinasharp，hardlittlevoice——
　　avoiceimmatureandyet，somehow，notyoung。
　　Winterbourneglancedatthesmalltablenearhim，onwhichhiscoffeeservicerested，andsawthatseveralmorselsofsugarremained。
　　"Yes，youmaytakeone，"heanswered；"butIdon’tthinksugarisgoodforlittleboys。"
　　Thislittleboysteppedforwardandcarefullyselectedthreeofthecovetedfragments，twoofwhichheburiedinthepocketofhisknickerbockers，depositingtheotheraspromptlyinanotherplace。
　　Hepokedhisalpenstock，lance-fashion，intoWinterbourne’sbenchandtriedtocrackthelumpofsugarwithhisteeth。
　　"Oh，blazes；it’shar-r-d！"heexclaimed，pronouncingtheadjectiveinapeculiarmanner。
　　Winterbournehadimmediatelyperceivedthathemighthavethehonorofclaiminghimasafellowcountryman。
　　"Takecareyoudon’thurtyourteeth，"hesaid，paternally。
　　"Ihaven’tgotanyteethtohurt。Theyhaveallcomeout。
　　Ihaveonlygotseventeeth。Mymothercountedthemlastnight，andonecameoutrightafterward。Shesaidshe’dslapmeifanymorecameout。Ican’thelpit。It’sthisoldEurope。
　　It’stheclimatethatmakesthemcomeout。InAmericatheydidn’tcomeout。It’sthesehotels。"
　　Winterbournewasmuchamused。"Ifyoueatthreelumpsofsugar，yourmotherwillcertainlyslapyou，"hesaid。
　　"She’sgottogivemesomecandy，then，"rejoinedhisyounginterlocutor。
　　"Ican’tgetanycandyhere——anyAmericancandy。Americancandy’sthebestcandy。"
　　"AndareAmericanlittleboysthebestlittleboys？"askedWinterbourne。
　　"Idon’tknow。I’manAmericanboy，"saidthechild。
　　"Iseeyouareoneofthebest！"laughedWinterbourne。
　　"AreyouanAmericanman？"pursuedthisvivaciousinfant。
　　Andthen，onWinterbourne’saffirmativereply——"Americanmenarethebest，"hedeclared。
　　Hiscompanionthankedhimforthecompliment，andthechild，whohadnowgotastrideofhisalpenstock，stoodlookingabouthim，whileheattackedasecondlumpofsugar。
　　Winterbournewonderedifhehimselfhadbeenlikethisinhisinfancy，forhehadbeenbroughttoEuropeataboutthisage。
　　"Herecomesmysister！"criedthechildinamoment。
　　"She’sanAmericangirl。"
　　Winterbournelookedalongthepathandsawabeautifulyoungladyadvancing。"Americangirlsarethebestgirls，"
　　hesaidcheerfullytohisyoungcompanion。
　　"Mysisterain’tthebest！"thechilddeclared。
　　"She’salwaysblowingatme。"
　　"Iimaginethatisyourfault，nothers，"saidWinterbourne。
　　Theyoungladymeanwhilehaddrawnnear。Shewasdressedinwhitemuslin，withahundredfrillsandflounces，andknotsofpale-coloredribbon。
　　Shewasbareheaded，butshebalancedinherhandalargeparasol，withadeepborderofembroidery；andshewasstrikingly，admirablypretty。
　　"Howprettytheyare！"thoughtWinterbourne，straighteninghimselfinhisseat，asifhewerepreparedtorise。
　　Theyoungladypausedinfrontofhisbench，neartheparapetofthegarden，whichoverlookedthelake。Thelittleboyhadnowconvertedhisalpenstockintoavaultingpole，bytheaidofwhichhewasspringingaboutinthegravelandkickingitupnotalittle。
　　"Randolph，"saidtheyounglady，"whatAREyoudoing？"
　　"I’mgoinguptheAlps，"repliedRandolph。"Thisistheway！"
　　Andhegaveanotherlittlejump，scatteringthepebblesaboutWinterbourne’sears。
　　"That’sthewaytheycomedown，"saidWinterbourne。
　　"He’sanAmericanman！"criedRandolph，inhislittlehardvoice。
　　Theyoungladygavenoheedtothisannouncement，butlookedstraightatherbrother。"Well，Iguessyouhadbetterbequiet，"
　　shesimplyobserved。
　　ItseemedtoWinterbournethathehadbeeninamannerpresented。Hegotupandsteppedslowlytowardtheyounggirl，throwingawayhiscigarette。
　　"ThislittleboyandIhavemadeacquaintance，"hesaid，withgreatcivility。
　　InGeneva，ashehadbeenperfectlyaware，ayoungmanwasnotatlibertytospeaktoayoungunmarriedladyexceptundercertainrarelyoccurringconditions；buthereatVevey，whatconditionscouldbebetterthanthese？——
　　aprettyAmericangirlcomingandstandinginfrontofyouinagarden。
　　ThisprettyAmericangirl，however，onhearingWinterbourne’sobservation，simplyglancedathim；shethenturnedherheadandlookedovertheparapet，atthelakeandtheoppositemountains。Hewonderedwhetherhehadgonetoofar，buthedecidedthathemustadvancefarther，ratherthanretreat。
　　Whilehewasthinkingofsomethingelsetosay，theyoungladyturnedtothelittleboyagain。
　　"Ishouldliketoknowwhereyougotthatpole，"shesaid。
　　"Iboughtit，"respondedRandolph。
　　"Youdon’tmeantosayyou’regoingtotakeittoItaly？"
　　"Yes，IamgoingtotakeittoItaly，"thechilddeclared。
　　Theyounggirlglancedoverthefrontofherdressandsmoothedoutaknotortwoofribbon。Thensherestedhereyesupontheprospectagain。
　　"Well，Iguessyouhadbetterleaveitsomewhere，"shesaidafteramoment。
　　"AreyougoingtoItaly？"Winterbourneinquiredinatoneofgreatrespect。
　　Theyoungladyglancedathimagain。"Yes，sir，"shereplied。
　　Andshesaidnothingmore。
　　"Areyou——a——goingovertheSimplon？"Winterbournepursued，alittleembarrassed。
　　"Idon’tknow，"shesaid。"Isupposeit’ssomemountain。
　　Randolph，whatmountainarewegoingover？"
　　"Goingwhere？"thechilddemanded。
　　"ToItaly，"Winterbourneexplained。
　　"Idon’tknow，"saidRandolph。"Idon’twanttogotoItaly。
　　IwanttogotoAmerica。"
　　"Oh，Italyisabeautifulplace！"rejoinedtheyoungman。
　　"Canyougetcandythere？"Randolphloudlyinquired。
　　"Ihopenot，"saidhissister。"Iguessyouhavehadenoughcandy，andmotherthinkssotoo。"
　　"Ihaven’thadanyforeversolong——forahundredweeks！"
　　criedtheboy，stilljumpingabout。
　　Theyoungladyinspectedherflouncesandsmoothedherribbonsagain；
　　andWinterbournepresentlyriskedanobservationuponthebeautyoftheview。Hewasceasingtobeembarrassed，forhehadbeguntoperceivethatshewasnotintheleastembarrassedherself。
　　Therehadnotbeentheslightestalterationinhercharmingcomplexion；
　　shewasevidentlyneitheroffendednorflattered。
　　Ifshelookedanotherwaywhenhespoketoher，andseemednotparticularlytohearhim，thiswassimplyherhabit，hermanner。
　　Yet，ashetalkedalittlemoreandpointedoutsomeoftheobjectsofinterestintheview，withwhichsheappearedquiteunacquainted，shegraduallygavehimmoreofthebenefitofherglance；andthenhesawthatthisglancewasperfectlydirectandunshrinking。
　　Itwasnot，however，whatwouldhavebeencalledanimmodestglance，fortheyounggirl’seyesweresingularlyhonestandfresh。
　　Theywerewonderfullyprettyeyes；and，indeed，Winterbournehadnotseenforalongtimeanythingprettierthanhisfaircountrywoman’svariousfeatures——hercomplexion，hernose，herears，herteeth。
　　Hehadagreatrelishforfemininebeauty；hewasaddictedtoobservingandanalyzingit；andasregardsthisyounglady’sfacehemadeseveralobservations。Itwasnotatallinsipid，butitwasnotexactlyexpressive；andthoughitwaseminentlydelicate，Winterbournementallyaccusedit——veryforgivingly——ofawantoffinish。
　　HethoughtitverypossiblethatMasterRandolph’ssisterwasacoquette；
　　hewassureshehadaspiritofherown；butinherbright，sweet，superficiallittlevisagetherewasnomockery，noirony。
　　Beforelongitbecameobviousthatshewasmuchdisposedtowardconversation。ShetoldhimthattheyweregoingtoRomeforthewinter——sheandhermotherandRandolph。Sheaskedhimifhewasa"realAmerican"；sheshouldn’thavetakenhimforone；
　　heseemedmorelikeaGerman——thiswassaidafteralittlehesitation——
　　especiallywhenhespoke。Winterbourne，laughing，answeredthathehadmetGermanswhospokelikeAmericans，butthathehadnot，sofarasheremembered，metanAmericanwhospokelikeaGerman。
　　Thenheaskedherifsheshouldnotbemorecomfortableinsittinguponthebenchwhichhehadjustquitted。Sheansweredthatshelikedstandingupandwalkingabout；butshepresentlysatdown。
　　ShetoldhimshewasfromNewYorkState——"ifyouknowwherethatis。"
　　Winterbournelearnedmoreaboutherbycatchingholdofhersmall，slipperybrotherandmakinghimstandafewminutesbyhisside。
　　"Tellmeyourname，myboy，"hesaid。
　　"RandolphC。Miller，"saidtheboysharply。"AndI’lltellyouhername"；
　　andheleveledhisalpenstockathissister。
　　"Youhadbetterwaittillyouareasked！"saidthisyoungladycalmly。
　　"Ishouldlikeverymuchtoknowyourname，"saidWinterbourne。
　　"HernameisDaisyMiller！"criedthechild。"Butthatisn’therrealname；
　　thatisn’thernameonhercards。"
　　"It’sapityyouhaven’tgotoneofmycards！"saidMissMiller。
　　"HerrealnameisAnnieP。Miller，"theboywenton。
　　"AskhimHISname，"saidhissister，indicatingWinterbourne。
　　ButonthispointRandolphseemedperfectlyindifferent；
　　hecontinuedtosupplyinformationwithregardtohisownfamily。
　　"Myfather’snameisEzraB。Miller，"heannounced。
　　"Myfatherain’tinEurope；myfather’sinabetterplacethanEurope；。"
　　WinterbourneimaginedforamomentthatthiswasthemannerinwhichthechildhadbeentaughttointimatethatMr。Millerhadbeenremovedtothesphereofcelestialreward。
　　ButRandolphimmediatelyadded，"Myfather’sinSchenectady。
　　He’sgotabigbusiness。Myfather’srich，youbet！"
　　"Well！"ejaculatedMissMiller，loweringherparasolandlookingattheembroideredborder。Winterbournepresentlyreleasedthechild，whodeparted，dragginghisalpenstockalongthepath。
　　"Hedoesn’tlikeEurope，"saidtheyounggirl。"Hewantstogoback。"
　　"ToSchenectady，youmean？"
　　"Yes；hewantstogorighthome。Hehasn’tgotanyboyshere。
　　Thereisoneboyhere，buthealwaysgoesroundwithateacher；
　　theywon’tlethimplay。"
　　"Andyourbrotherhasn’tanyteacher？"Winterbourneinquired。
　　"Motherthoughtofgettinghimone，totravelroundwithus。
　　Therewasaladytoldherofaverygoodteacher；
　　anAmericanlady——perhapsyouknowher——Mrs。Sanders。
　　IthinkshecamefromBoston。Shetoldherofthisteacher，andwethoughtofgettinghimtotravelroundwithus。
　　ButRandolphsaidhedidn’twantateachertravelingroundwithus。
　　Hesaidhewouldn’thavelessonswhenhewasinthecars。
　　AndweAREinthecarsabouthalfthetime。TherewasanEnglishladywemetinthecars——IthinkhernamewasMissFeatherstone；
　　perhapsyouknowher。ShewantedtoknowwhyIdidn’tgiveRandolphlessons——givehim’instruction，’shecalledit。
　　IguesshecouldgivememoreinstructionthanIcouldgivehim。
　　He’sverysmart。"
　　"Yes，"saidWinterbourne；"heseemsverysmart。"
　　"Mother’sgoingtogetateacherforhimassoonaswegettoItaly。
　　CanyougetgoodteachersinItaly？"
　　"Verygood，Ishouldthink，"saidWinterbourne。
　　"Orelseshe’sgoingtofindsomeschool。Heoughttolearnsomemore。He’sonlynine。He’sgoingtocollege。"
　　AndinthiswayMissMillercontinuedtoconverseupontheaffairsofherfamilyanduponothertopics。Shesattherewithherextremelyprettyhands，ornamentedwithverybrilliantrings，foldedinherlap，andwithherprettyeyesnowrestinguponthoseofWinterbourne，nowwanderingoverthegarden，thepeoplewhopassedby，andthebeautifulview。ShetalkedtoWinterbourneasifshehadknownhimalongtime。Hefounditverypleasant。
　　Itwasmanyyearssincehehadheardayounggirltalksomuch。
　　Itmighthavebeensaidofthisunknownyounglady，whohadcomeandsatdownbesidehimuponabench，thatshechattered。
　　Shewasveryquiet；shesatinacharming，tranquilattitude；
　　butherlipsandhereyeswereconstantlymoving。Shehadasoft，slender，agreeablevoice，andhertonewasdecidedlysociable。
　　ShegaveWinterbourneahistoryofhermovementsandintentionsandthoseofhermotherandbrother，inEurope，andenumerated，inparticular，thevarioushotelsatwhichtheyhadstopped。
　　"ThatEnglishladyinthecars，"shesaid——"MissFeatherstone——
　　askedmeifwedidn’tallliveinhotelsinAmerica。
　　ItoldherIhadneverbeeninsomanyhotelsinmylifeassinceI
　　cametoEurope。Ihaveneverseensomany——it’snothingbuthotels。"
　　ButMissMillerdidnotmakethisremarkwithaquerulousaccent；
　　sheappearedtobeinthebesthumorwitheverything。
　　Shedeclaredthatthehotelswereverygood，whenonceyougotusedtotheirways，andthatEuropewasperfectlysweet。
　　Shewasnotdisappointed——notabit。Perhapsitwasbecauseshehadheardsomuchaboutitbefore。Shehadeversomanyintimatefriendsthathadbeenthereeversomanytimes。
　　AndthenshehadhadeversomanydressesandthingsfromParis。
　　WheneversheputonaParisdressshefeltasifshewereinEurope。
　　"Itwasakindofawishingcap，"saidWinterbourne。
　　"Yes，"saidMissMillerwithoutexaminingthisanalogy；
　　"italwaysmademewishIwashere。ButIneedn’thavedonethatfordresses。IamsuretheysendalltheprettyonestoAmerica；youseethemostfrightfulthingshere。
　　TheonlythingIdon’tlike，"sheproceeded，"isthesociety。
　　Thereisn’tanysociety；or，ifthereis，Idon’tknowwhereitkeepsitself。Doyou？Isupposethereissomesocietysomewhere，butIhaven’tseenanythingofit。
　　I’mveryfondofsociety，andIhavealwayshadagreatdealofit。
　　Idon’tmeanonlyinSchenectady，butinNewYork。
　　IusedtogotoNewYorkeverywinter。InNewYorkIhadlotsofsociety。LastwinterIhadseventeendinnersgivenme；
　　andthreeofthemwerebygentlemen，"addedDaisyMiller。
　　"IhavemorefriendsinNewYorkthaninSchenectady——
　　moregentlemanfriends；andmoreyoungladyfriendstoo，"
　　sheresumedinamoment。Shepausedagainforaninstant；
　　shewaslookingatWinterbournewithallherprettinessinherlivelyeyesandinherlight，slightlymonotonoussmile。
　　"Ihavealwayshad，"shesaid，"agreatdealofgentlemen’ssociety。"
　　PoorWinterbournewasamused，perplexed，anddecidedlycharmed。
　　Hehadneveryetheardayounggirlexpressherselfinjustthisfashion；never，atleast，saveincaseswheretosaysuchthingsseemedakindofdemonstrativeevidenceofacertainlaxityofdeportment。AndyetwashetoaccuseMissDaisyMillerofactualorpotentialinconduite，astheysaidatGeneva？
　　HefeltthathehadlivedatGenevasolongthathehadlostagooddeal；hehadbecomedishabituatedtotheAmericantone。
　　Never，indeed，sincehehadgrownoldenoughtoappreciatethings，hadheencounteredayoungAmericangirlofsopronouncedatypeasthis。
　　Certainlyshewasverycharming，buthowdeucedlysociable！
　　WasshesimplyaprettygirlfromNewYorkState？Weretheyalllikethat，theprettygirlswhohadagooddealofgentlemen’ssociety？
　　Orwasshealsoadesigning，anaudacious，anunscrupulousyoungperson？
　　Winterbournehadlosthisinstinctinthismatter，andhisreasoncouldnothelphim。MissDaisyMillerlookedextremelyinnocent。
　　Somepeoplehadtoldhimthat，afterall，Americangirlswereexceedinglyinnocent；andothershadtoldhimthat，afterall，theywerenot。HewasinclinedtothinkMissDaisyMillerwasaflirt——aprettyAmericanflirt。Hehadnever，asyet，hadanyrelationswithyoungladiesofthiscategory。
　　Hehadknown，hereinEurope，twoorthreewomen——personsolderthanMissDaisyMiller，andprovided，forrespectability’ssake，withhusbands——whoweregreatcoquettes——dangerous，terriblewomen，withwhomone’srelationswereliabletotakeaseriousturn。
　　Butthisyounggirlwasnotacoquetteinthatsense；shewasveryunsophisticated；shewasonlyaprettyAmericanflirt。
　　WinterbournewasalmostgratefulforhavingfoundtheformulathatappliedtoMissDaisyMiller。Heleanedbackinhisseat；
　　heremarkedtohimselfthatshehadthemostcharmingnosehehadeverseen；hewonderedwhatweretheregularconditionsandlimitationsofone’sintercoursewithaprettyAmericanflirt。
　　Itpresentlybecameapparentthathewasonthewaytolearn。
　　"Haveyoubeentothatoldcastle？"askedtheyounggirl，pointingwithherparasoltothefar-gleamingwallsoftheChateaudeChillon。
　　"Yes，formerly，morethanonce，"saidWinterbourne。
　　"Youtoo，Isuppose，haveseenit？"
　　"No；wehaven’tbeenthere。Iwanttogotheredreadfully。
　　OfcourseImeantogothere。Iwouldn’tgoawayfromherewithouthavingseenthatoldcastle。"
　　"It’saveryprettyexcursion，"saidWinterbourne，"andveryeasytomake。
　　Youcandrive，youknow，oryoucangobythelittlesteamer。"
　　"Youcangointhecars，"saidMissMiller。
　　"Yes；youcangointhecars，"Winterbourneassented。
　　"Ourcouriersaystheytakeyourightuptothecastle，"theyounggirlcontinued。"Weweregoinglastweek，butmymothergaveout。
　　Shesuffersdreadfullyfromdyspepsia。Shesaidshecouldn’tgo。
　　Randolphwouldn’tgoeither；hesayshedoesn’tthinkmuchofoldcastles。
　　ButIguesswe’llgothisweek，ifwecangetRandolph。"
　　"Yourbrotherisnotinterestedinancientmonuments？"
　　Winterbourneinquired，smiling。
　　"Hesayshedon’tcaremuchaboutoldcastles。He’sonlynine。
　　Hewantstostayatthehotel。Mother’safraidtoleavehimalone，andthecourierwon’tstaywithhim；sowehaven’tbeentomanyplaces。
　　Butitwillbetoobadifwedon’tgoupthere。"AndMissMillerpointedagainattheChateaudeChillon。
　　"Ishouldthinkitmightbearranged，"saidWinterbourne。
　　"Couldn’tyougetsomeonetostayfortheafternoonwithRandolph？"
　　MissMillerlookedathimamoment，andthen，veryplacidly，"IwishYOUwouldstaywithhim！"shesaid。
　　Winterbournehesitatedamoment。"IshouldmuchrathergotoChillonwithyou。"
　　"Withme？"askedtheyounggirlwiththesameplacidity。
　　Shedidn’trise，blushing，asayounggirlatGenevawouldhavedone；
　　andyetWinterbourne，consciousthathehadbeenverybold，thoughtitpossibleshewasoffended。"Withyourmother，"
　　heansweredveryrespectfully。
　　ButitseemedthatbothhisaudacityandhisrespectwerelostuponMissDaisyMiller。"Iguessmymotherwon’tgo，afterall，"
　　shesaid。"Shedon’tliketorideroundintheafternoon。
　　Butdidyoureallymeanwhatyousaidjustnow——thatyouwouldliketogoupthere？"
　　"Mostearnestly，"Winterbournedeclared。
　　"Thenwemayarrangeit。IfmotherwillstaywithRandolph，IguessEugeniowill。"
　　"Eugenio？"theyoungmaninquired。
　　"Eugenio’sourcourier。Hedoesn’tliketostaywithRandolph；
　　he’sthemostfastidiousmanIeversaw。Buthe’sasplendidcourier。
　　Iguesshe’llstayathomewithRandolphifmotherdoes，andthenwecangotothecastle。"
　　Winterbournereflectedforaninstantaslucidlyaspossible——
　　"we"couldonlymeanMissDaisyMillerandhimself。
　　Thisprogramseemedalmosttooagreeableforcredence；
　　hefeltasifheoughttokisstheyounglady’shand。
　　Possiblyhewouldhavedonesoandquitespoiledtheproject，butatthismomentanotherperson，presumablyEugenio，appeared。
　　Atall，handsomeman，withsuperbwhiskers，wearingavelvetmorningcoatandabrilliantwatchchain，approachedMissMiller，lookingsharplyathercompanion。"Oh，Eugenio！"saidMissMillerwiththefriendliestaccent。
　　EugeniohadlookedatWinterbournefromheadtofoot；
　　henowbowedgravelytotheyounglady。"Ihavethehonortoinformmademoisellethatluncheonisuponthetable。"
　　MissMillerslowlyrose。"Seehere，Eugenio！"shesaid；
　　"I’mgoingtothatoldcastle，anyway。"
　　"TotheChateaudeChillon，mademoiselle？"thecourierinquired。
　　"Mademoisellehasmadearrangements？"headdedinatonewhichstruckWinterbourneasveryimpertinent。
　　Eugenio’stoneapparentlythrew，eventoMissMiller’sownapprehension，aslightlyironicallightupontheyounggirl’ssituation。
　　SheturnedtoWinterbourne，blushingalittle——averylittle。
　　"Youwon’tbackout？"shesaid。
　　"Ishallnotbehappytillwego！"heprotested。
　　"Andyouarestayinginthishotel？"shewenton。
　　"AndyouarereallyanAmerican？"
　　ThecourierstoodlookingatWinterbourneoffensively。Theyoungman，atleast，thoughthismanneroflookinganoffensetoMissMiller；
　　itconveyedanimputationthatshe"pickedup"acquaintances。"Ishallhavethehonorofpresentingtoyouapersonwhowilltellyouallaboutme，"
　　hesaid，smilingandreferringtohisaunt。
　　"Oh，well，we’llgosomeday，"saidMissMiller。
　　Andshegavehimasmileandturnedaway。SheputupherparasolandwalkedbacktotheinnbesideEugenio。
　　Winterbournestoodlookingafterher；andasshemovedaway，drawinghermuslinfurbelowsoverthegravel，saidtohimselfthatshehadthetournureofaprincess。
　　Hehad，however，engagedtodomorethanprovedfeasible，inpromisingtopresenthisaunt，Mrs。Costello，toMissDaisyMiller。
　　Assoonastheformerladyhadgotbetterofherheadache，hewaiteduponherinherapartment；and，aftertheproperinquiriesinregardtoherhealth，heaskedherifshehadobservedinthehotelanAmericanfamily——amamma，adaughter，andalittleboy。
　　"Andacourier？"saidMrs。Costello。"Ohyes，Ihaveobservedthem。
　　Seenthem——heardthem——andkeptoutoftheirway。"Mrs。Costellowasawidowwithafortune；apersonofmuchdistinction，whofrequentlyintimatedthat，ifshewerenotsodreadfullyliabletosickheadaches，shewouldprobablyhaveleftadeeperimpressuponhertime。Shehadalong，paleface，ahighnose，andagreatdealofverystrikingwhitehair，whichsheworeinlargepuffsandrouleauxoverthetopofherhead。
　　ShehadtwosonsmarriedinNewYorkandanotherwhowasnowinEurope。
　　ThisyoungmanwasamusinghimselfatHamburg，and，thoughhewasonhistravels，wasrarelyperceivedtovisitanyparticularcityatthemomentselectedbyhismotherforherownappearancethere。
　　Hernephew，whohadcomeuptoVeveyexpresslytoseeher，wasthereforemoreattentivethanthosewho，asshesaid，werenearertoher。
　　HehadimbibedatGenevatheideathatonemustalwaysbeattentivetoone’saunt。Mrs。Costellohadnotseenhimformanyyears，andshewasgreatlypleasedwithhim，manifestingherapprobationbyinitiatinghimintomanyofthesecretsofthatsocialswaywhich，asshegavehimtounderstand，sheexertedintheAmericancapital。
　　Sheadmittedthatshewasveryexclusive；but，ifhewereacquaintedwithNewYork，hewouldseethatonehadtobe。Andherpictureoftheminutelyhierarchicalconstitutionofthesocietyofthatcity，whichshepresentedtohiminmanydifferentlights，was，toWinterbourne’simagination，almostoppressivelystriking。
　　Heimmediatelyperceived，fromhertone，thatMissDaisyMiller’splaceinthesocialscalewaslow。"Iamafraidyoudon’tapproveofthem，"hesaid。
　　"Theyareverycommon，"Mrs。Costellodeclared。"TheyarethesortofAmericansthatonedoesone’sdutybynot——notaccepting。"
　　"Ah，youdon’tacceptthem？"saidtheyoungman。
　　"Ican’t，mydearFrederick。IwouldifIcould，butIcan’t。"
　　"Theyounggirlisverypretty，"saidWinterbourneinamoment。
　　"Ofcourseshe’spretty。Butsheisverycommon。"
　　"Iseewhatyoumean，ofcourse，"saidWinterbourneafteranotherpause。
　　"Shehasthatcharminglookthattheyallhave，"hisauntresumed。
　　"Ican’tthinkwheretheypickitup；andshedressesinperfection——no，youdon’tknowhowwellshedresses。
　　Ican’tthinkwheretheygettheirtaste。"
　　"But，mydearaunt，sheisnot，afterall，aComanchesavage。"
　　"Sheisayounglady，"saidMrs。Costello，"whohasanintimacywithhermamma’scourier。"
　　"Anintimacywiththecourier？"theyoungmandemanded。
　　"Oh，themotherisjustasbad！Theytreatthecourierlikeafamiliarfriend——likeagentleman。Ishouldn’twonderifhedineswiththem。Verylikelytheyhaveneverseenamanwithsuchgoodmanners，suchfineclothes，solikeagentleman。
　　Heprobablycorrespondstotheyounglady’sideaofacount。
　　Hesitswiththeminthegardenintheevening。
　　Ithinkhesmokes。"
　　Winterbournelistenedwithinteresttothesedisclosures；
　　theyhelpedhimtomakeuphismindaboutMissDaisy。
　　Evidentlyshewasratherwild。"Well，"hesaid，"Iamnotacourier，andyetshewasverycharmingtome。"
　　"Youhadbetterhavesaidatfirst，"saidMrs。Costellowithdignity，"thatyouhadmadeheracquaintance。"
　　"Wesimplymetinthegarden，andwetalkedabit。"
　　"Toutbonnement！Andpraywhatdidyousay？"
　　"IsaidIshouldtakethelibertyofintroducinghertomyadmirableaunt。"
　　"Iammuchobligedtoyou。"
　　"Itwastoguaranteemyrespectability，"saidWinterbourne。
　　"Andpraywhoistoguaranteehers？"
　　"Ah，youarecruel！"saidtheyoungman。"She’saveryniceyounggirl。"
　　"Youdon’tsaythatasifyoubelievedit，"Mrs。Costelloobserved。
　　"Sheiscompletelyuncultivated，"Winterbournewenton。
　　"Butsheiswonderfullypretty，and，inshort，sheisverynice。
　　ToprovethatIbelieveit，IamgoingtotakehertotheChateaudeChillon。"
　　"Youtwoaregoingofftheretogether？Ishouldsayitprovedjustthecontrary。Howlonghadyouknownher，mayIask，whenthisinterestingprojectwasformed？
　　Youhaven’tbeentwenty-fourhoursinthehouse。"
　　"Ihaveknownherhalfanhour！"saidWinterbourne，smiling。
　　"Dearme！"criedMrs。Costello。"Whatadreadfulgirl！"
　　Hernephewwassilentforsomemoments。"Youreallythink，then，"
　　hebeganearnestly，andwithadesirefortrustworthyinformation——"youreallythinkthat——"Buthepausedagain。
　　"Thinkwhat，sir？"saidhisaunt。
　　"Thatsheisthesortofyoungladywhoexpectsaman，soonerorlater，tocarryheroff？"
　　"Ihaven’ttheleastideawhatsuchyoungladiesexpectamantodo。
　　ButIreallythinkthatyouhadbetternotmeddlewithlittleAmericangirlsthatareuncultivated，asyoucallthem。Youhavelivedtoolongoutofthecountry。Youwillbesuretomakesomegreatmistake。
　　Youaretooinnocent。"
　　"Mydearaunt，Iamnotsoinnocent，"saidWinterbourne，smilingandcurlinghismustache。
　　"Youareguiltytoo，then！"
　　Winterbournecontinuedtocurlhismustachemeditatively。
　　"Youwon’tletthepoorgirlknowyouthen？"heaskedatlast。
　　"IsitliterallytruethatsheisgoingtotheChateaudeChillonwithyou？"
　　"Ithinkthatshefullyintendsit。"
　　"Then，mydearFrederick，"saidMrs。Costello，"Imustdeclinethehonorofheracquaintance。Iamanoldwoman，butIamnottooold，thankHeaven，tobeshocked！"
　　"Butdon’ttheyalldothesethings——theyounggirlsinAmerica？"
　　Winterbourneinquired。
　　Mrs。Costellostaredamoment。"Ishouldliketoseemygranddaughtersdothem！"shedeclaredgrimly。
　　Thisseemedtothrowsomelightuponthematter，forWinterbournerememberedtohaveheardthathisprettycousinsinNewYorkwere"tremendousflirts。"
　　If，therefore，MissDaisyMillerexceededtheliberalmarginallowedtotheseyoungladies，itwasprobablethatanythingmightbeexpectedofher。
　　Winterbournewasimpatienttoseeheragain，andhewasvexedwithhimselfthat，byinstinct，heshouldnotappreciateherjustly。
　　Thoughhewasimpatienttoseeher，hehardlyknewwhatheshouldsaytoherabouthisaunt’srefusaltobecomeacquaintedwithher；
　　buthediscovered，promptlyenough，thatwithMissDaisyMillertherewasnogreatneedofwalkingontiptoe。Hefoundherthateveninginthegarden，wanderingaboutinthewarmstarlightlikeanindolentsylph，andswingingtoandfrothelargestfanhehadeverbeheld。
　　Itwasteno’clock。Hehaddinedwithhisaunt，hadbeensittingwithhersincedinner，andhadjusttakenleaveofhertillthemorrow。
　　MissDaisyMillerseemedverygladtoseehim；shedeclareditwasthelongesteveningshehadeverpassed。
　　"Haveyoubeenallalone？"heasked。
　　"Ihavebeenwalkingroundwithmother。Butmothergetstiredwalkinground，"sheanswered。
　　"Hasshegonetobed？"
　　"No；shedoesn’tliketogotobed，"saidtheyounggirl。
　　"Shedoesn’tsleep——notthreehours。Shesaysshedoesn’tknowhowshelives。She’sdreadfullynervous。
　　Iguessshesleepsmorethanshethinks。She’sgonesomewhereafterRandolph；shewantstotrytogethimtogotobed。
　　Hedoesn’tliketogotobed。"
　　"Letushopeshewillpersuadehim，"observedWinterbourne。
　　"Shewilltalktohimallshecan；buthedoesn’tlikehertotalktohim，"saidMissDaisy，openingherfan。"She’sgoingtotrytogetEugeniototalktohim。Butheisn’tafraidofEugenio。
　　Eugenio’sasplendidcourier，buthecan’tmakemuchimpressiononRandolph！Idon’tbelievehe’llgotobedbeforeeleven。"
　　ItappearedthatRandolph’svigilwasinfacttriumphantlyprolonged，forWinterbournestrolledaboutwiththeyounggirlforsometimewithoutmeetinghermother。"Ihavebeenlookingroundforthatladyyouwanttointroducemeto，"hiscompanionresumed。
　　"She’syouraunt。"Then，onWinterbourne’sadmittingthefactandexpressingsomecuriosityastohowshehadlearnedit，shesaidshehadheardallaboutMrs。Costellofromthechambermaid。
　　Shewasveryquietandverycommeilfaut；sheworewhitepuffs；
　　shespoketonoone，andsheneverdinedatthetabled’hote。
　　Everytwodaysshehadaheadache。"Ithinkthat’salovelydescription，headacheandall！"saidMissDaisy，chatteringalonginherthin，gayvoice。"Iwanttoknowhereversomuch。
　　IknowjustwhatYOURauntwouldbe；IknowIshouldlikeher。
　　Shewouldbeveryexclusive。Ilikealadytobeexclusive；
　　I’mdyingtobeexclusivemyself。Well，weAREexclusive，motherandI。Wedon’tspeaktoeveryone——ortheydon’tspeaktous。
　　Isupposeit’saboutthesamething。Anyway，Ishallbeeversogladtoknowyouraunt。"
　　Winterbournewasembarrassed。"Shewouldbemosthappy，"hesaid；
　　"butIamafraidthoseheadacheswillinterfere。"
　　Theyounggirllookedathimthroughthedusk。
　　"ButIsupposeshedoesn’thaveaheadacheeveryday，"
　　shesaidsympathetically。
　　Winterbournewassilentamoment。"Shetellsmeshedoes，"
　　heansweredatlast，notknowingwhattosay。
　　MissDaisyMillerstoppedandstoodlookingathim。Herprettinesswasstillvisibleinthedarkness；shewasopeningandclosingherenormousfan。"Shedoesn’twanttoknowme！"shesaidsuddenly。
　　"Whydon’tyousayso？Youneedn’tbeafraid。I’mnotafraid！"
　　Andshegavealittlelaugh。
　　Winterbournefanciedtherewasatremorinhervoice；hewastouched，shocked，mortifiedbyit。"Mydearyounglady，"heprotested，"sheknowsnoone。
　　It’sherwretchedhealth。"
　　Theyounggirlwalkedonafewsteps，laughingstill。
　　"Youneedn’tbeafraid，"sherepeated。"Whyshouldshewanttoknowme？"Thenshepausedagain；shewasclosetotheparapetofthegarden，andinfrontofherwasthestarlitlake。
　　Therewasavaguesheenuponitssurface，andinthedistanceweredimlyseenmountainforms。DaisyMillerlookedoutuponthemysteriousprospectandthenshegaveanotherlittlelaugh。
　　"Gracious！sheISexclusive！"shesaid。Winterbournewonderedwhethershewasseriouslywounded，andforamomentalmostwishedthathersenseofinjurymightbesuchastomakeitbecominginhimtoattempttoreassureandcomforther。
　　Hehadapleasantsensethatshewouldbeveryapproachableforconsolatorypurposes。Hefeltthen，fortheinstant，quitereadytosacrificehisaunt，conversationally；toadmitthatshewasaproud，rudewoman，andtodeclarethattheyneedn’tmindher。Butbeforehehadtimetocommithimselftothisperilousmixtureofgallantryandimpiety，theyounglady，resumingherwalk，gaveanexclamationinquiteanothertone。
　　"Well，here’sMother！Iguessshehasn’tgotRandolphtogotobed。"
　　Thefigureofaladyappearedatadistance，veryindistinctinthedarkness，andadvancingwithaslowandwaveringmovement。
　　Suddenlyitseemedtopause。
　　"Areyousureitisyourmother？Canyoudistinguishherinthisthickdusk？"Winterbourneasked。
　　"Well！"criedMissDaisyMillerwithalaugh；"IguessIknowmyownmother。
　　Andwhenshehasgotonmyshawl，too！Sheisalwayswearingmythings。"
　　Theladyinquestion，ceasingtoadvance，hoveredvaguelyaboutthespotatwhichshehadcheckedhersteps。
　　"Iamafraidyourmotherdoesn’tseeyou，"saidWinterbourne。
　　"Orperhaps，"headded，thinking，withMissMiller，thejokepermissible——"perhapsshefeelsguiltyaboutyourshawl。"
　　"Oh，it’safearfuloldthing！"theyounggirlrepliedserenely。
　　"Itoldhershecouldwearit。Shewon’tcomeherebecausesheseesyou。"
　　"Ah，then，"saidWinterbourne，"Ihadbetterleaveyou。"
　　"Oh，no；comeon！"urgedMissDaisyMiller。