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1"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
2this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affairs of her family and upon other topics. She sat there with her
3extremely pretty hands, ornamented with very brilliant rings, folded in her lap, and with her pretty eyes now resting
4upon those of Winterbourne, now wandering over the garden, the people who passed by, and the beautiful view. She talked
5to Winterbourne as if she had known him a long time. He found it very pleasant. It was many years since he had heard a
6young girl talk so much. It might have been said of this unknown young lady, who had come and sat down beside him upon a
7bench, that she chattered. She was very quiet; she sat in a charming, tranquil attitude; but her lips and her eyes were
8constantly moving. She had a soft, slender, agreeable voice, and her tone was decidedly sociable. She gave Winterbourne
9a history of her movements and intentions and those of her mother and brother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular,
10the various hotels at which they had stopped. "That English lady in the cars," she said--"Miss Featherstone--asked me if
11we 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
12Europe. I have never seen so many--it's nothing but hotels." But Miss Miller did not make this remark with a querulous
13accent; she appeared to be in the best humor with everything. She declared that the hotels were very good, when once you
14got used to their ways, and that Europe was perfectly sweet. She was not disappointed--not a bit. Perhaps it was because
15she had heard so much about it before. She had ever so many intimate friends that had been there ever so many times. And
16then she had had ever so many dresses and things from Paris. Whenever she put on a Paris dress she felt as if she were
17in Europe. "It was a kind of a wishing cap," said Winterbourne. "Yes," said Miss Miller without examining this analogy;
18"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
19America; you see the most frightful things here. The only thing I don't like," she proceeded, "is the society. There
20isn't any society; or, if there is, I don't know where it keeps itself. Do you? I suppose there is some society
21somewhere, 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
22don'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
23society. Last winter I had seventeen dinners given me; and three of them were by gentlemen," added Daisy Miller. "I have
24more friends in New York than in Schenectady--more gentleman friends; and more young lady friends too," she resumed in a
25moment. She paused again for an instant; she was looking at Winterbourne with all her prettiness in her lively eyes and
26in her light, slightly monotonous smile. "I have always had," she said, "a great deal of gentlemen's society." Poor
27Winterbourne was amused, perplexed, and decidedly charmed. He had never yet heard a young girl express herself in just
28this fashion; never, at least, save in cases where to say such things seemed a kind of demonstrative evidence of a
29certain laxity of deportment. And yet was he to accuse Miss Daisy Miller of actual or potential inconduite, as they said
30at Geneva? He felt that he had lived at Geneva so long that he had lost a good deal; he had become dishabituated to the
31American tone. Never, indeed, since he had grown old enough to appreciate things, had he encountered a young American
32girl of so pronounced a type as this. Certainly she was very charming, but how deucedly sociable! Was she simply a
33pretty girl from New York State? Were they all like that, the pretty girls who had a good deal of gentlemen's society?
34Or was she also a designing, an audacious, an unscrupulous young person? Winterbourne had lost his instinct in this
35matter, and his reason could not help him. Miss Daisy Miller looked extremely innocent. Some people had told him that,
36after all, American girls were exceedingly innocent; and others had told him that, after all, they were not. He was
37inclined to think Miss Daisy Miller was a flirt--a pretty American flirt. He had never, as yet, had any relations with
38young ladies of this category. He had known, here in Europe, two or three women--persons older than Miss Daisy Miller,
39and provided, for respectability's sake, with husbands--who were great coquettes--dangerous, terrible women, with whom
40one's relations were liable to take a serious turn. But this young girl was not a coquette in that sense; she was very
41unsophisticated; she was only a pretty American flirt. Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula
42that applied to Miss Daisy Miller. He leaned back in his seat; he remarked to himself that she had the most charming
43nose he had ever seen; he wondered what were the regular conditions and limitations of one's intercourse with a pretty
44American flirt. It presently became apparent that he was on the way to learn. "Have you been to that old castle?" asked
45the young girl, pointing with her parasol to the far-gleaming walls of the Chateau de Chillon. "Yes, formerly, more than
46once," said Winterbourne. "You too, I suppose, have seen it?" "No; we haven't been there. I want to go there dreadfully.
47Of course I mean to go there. I wouldn't go away from here without having seen that old castle." "It's a very pretty
48excursion," said Winterbourne, "and very easy to make. You can drive, you know, or you can go by the little steamer."
49"You can go in the cars," said Miss Miller. "Yes; you can go in the cars," Winterbourne assented. "Our courier says they
50take you right up to the castle," the young girl continued. "We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She
51suffers dreadfully from dyspepsia. She said she couldn't go. Randolph wouldn't go either; he says he doesn't think much
52of old castles. But I guess we'll go this week, if we can get Randolph." "Your brother is not interested in ancient
53monuments?" Winterbourne inquired, smiling. "He says he don't care much about old castles. He's only nine. He wants to
54stay 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
55places. But it will be too bad if we don't go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again at the Chateau de Chillon. "I
56should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn't you get some one to stay for the afternoon with
57Randolph?" Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU would stay with him!" she said.
58Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon with you." "With me?" asked the young girl with the
59same placidity. She didn't rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done; and yet Winterbourne, conscious
60that he had been very bold, thought it possible she was offended. "With your mother," he answered very respectfully. But
61it seemed that both his audacity and his respect were lost upon Miss Daisy Miller. "I guess my mother won't go, after
62all," she said. "She don't like to ride round in the afternoon. But did you really mean what you said just now--that you
63would like to go up there?" "Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared. "Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with
64Randolph, I guess Eugenio will." "Eugenio?" the young man inquired. "Eugenio's our courier. He doesn't like to stay with
65Randolph; he's the most fastidious man I ever saw. But he's a splendid courier. I guess he'll stay at home with Randolph
66if mother does, and then we can go to the castle." Winterbourne reflected for an instant as lucidly as possible--"we"
67could only mean Miss Daisy Miller and himself. This program seemed almost too agreeable for credence; he felt as if he
68ought to kiss the young lady's hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but at this moment
69another person, presumably Eugenio, appeared. A tall, handsome man, with superb whiskers, wearing a velvet morning coat
70and a brilliant watch chain, approached Miss Miller, looking sharply at her companion. "Oh, Eugenio!" said Miss Miller
71with the friendliest accent.
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