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1Mrs. Costello sniffed a little at her smelling bottle. "And that," she exclaimed, "is the young person whom you wanted
2me to know!" PART II Winterbourne, who had returned to Geneva the day after his excursion to Chillon, went to Rome
3toward the end of January. His aunt had been established there for several weeks, and he had received a couple of
4letters from her. "Those people you were so devoted to last summer at Vevey have turned up here, courier and all," she
5wrote. "They seem to have made several acquaintances, but the courier continues to be the most intime. The young lady,
6however, is also very intimate with some third-rate Italians, with whom she rackets about in a way that makes much talk.
7Bring me that pretty novel of Cherbuliez's--Paule Mere--and don't come later than the 23rd." In the natural course of
8events, Winterbourne, on arriving in Rome, would presently have ascertained Mrs. Miller's address at the American
9banker's and have gone to pay his compliments to Miss Daisy. "After what happened at Vevey, I think I may certainly call
10upon them," he said to Mrs. Costello. "If, after what happens--at Vevey and everywhere--you desire to keep up the
11acquaintance, you are very welcome. Of course a man may know everyone. Men are welcome to the privilege!" "Pray what is
12it that happens--here, for instance?" Winterbourne demanded. "The girl goes about alone with her foreigners. As to what
13happens further, you must apply elsewhere for information. She has picked up half a dozen of the regular Roman fortune
14hunters, and she takes them about to people's houses. When she comes to a party she brings with her a gentleman with a
15good deal of manner and a wonderful mustache." "And where is the mother?" "I haven't the least idea. They are very
16dreadful people." Winterbourne meditated a moment. "They are very ignorant--very innocent only. Depend upon it they are
17not bad." "They are hopelessly vulgar," said Mrs. Costello. "Whether or no being hopelessly vulgar is being 'bad' is a
18question for the metaphysicians. They are bad enough to dislike, at any rate; and for this short life that is quite
19enough." The news that Daisy Miller was surrounded by half a dozen wonderful mustaches checked Winterbourne's impulse to
20go straightway to see her. He had, perhaps, not definitely flattered himself that he had made an ineffaceable impression
21upon her heart, but he was annoyed at hearing of a state of affairs so little in harmony with an image that had lately
22flitted in and out of his own meditations; the image of a very pretty girl looking out of an old Roman window and asking
23herself urgently when Mr. Winterbourne would arrive. If, however, he determined to wait a little before reminding Miss
24Miller of his claims to her consideration, he went very soon to call upon two or three other friends. One of these
25friends was an American lady who had spent several winters at Geneva, where she had placed her children at school. She
26was a very accomplished woman, and she lived in the Via Gregoriana. Winterbourne found her in a little crimson drawing
27room on a third floor; the room was filled with southern sunshine. He had not been there ten minutes when the servant
28came in, announcing "Madame Mila!" This announcement was presently followed by the entrance of little Randolph Miller,
29who stopped in the middle of the room and stood staring at Winterbourne. An instant later his pretty sister crossed the
30threshold; and then, after a considerable interval, Mrs. Miller slowly advanced. "I know you!" said Randolph. "I'm sure
31you know a great many things," exclaimed Winterbourne, taking him by the hand. "How is your education coming on?" Daisy
32was exchanging greetings very prettily with her hostess, but when she heard Winterbourne's voice she quickly turned her
33head. "Well, I declare!" she said. "I told you I should come, you know," Winterbourne rejoined, smiling. "Well, I didn't
34believe it," said Miss Daisy. "I am much obliged to you," laughed the young man. "You might have come to see me!" said
35Daisy. "I arrived only yesterday." "I don't believe that!" the young girl declared. Winterbourne turned with a
36protesting smile to her mother, but this lady evaded his glance, and, seating herself, fixed her eyes upon her son.
37"We've got a bigger place than this," said Randolph. "It's all gold on the walls." Mrs. Miller turned uneasily in her
38chair. "I told you if I were to bring you, you would say something!" she murmured. "I told YOU!" Randolph exclaimed. "I
39tell YOU, sir!" he added jocosely, giving Winterbourne a thump on the knee. "It IS bigger, too!" Daisy had entered upon
40a lively conversation with her hostess; Winterbourne judged it becoming to address a few words to her mother. "I hope
41you have been well since we parted at Vevey," he said. Mrs. Miller now certainly looked at him--at his chin. "Not very
42well, sir," she answered. "She's got the dyspepsia," said Randolph. "I've got it too. Father's got it. I've got it
43most!" This announcement, instead of embarrassing Mrs. Miller, seemed to relieve her. "I suffer from the liver," she
44said. "I think it's this climate; it's less bracing than Schenectady, especially in the winter season. I don't know
45whether you know we reside at Schenectady. I was saying to Daisy that I certainly hadn't found any one like Dr. Davis,
46and I didn't believe I should. Oh, at Schenectady he stands first; they think everything of him. He has so much to do,
47and yet there was nothing he wouldn't do for me. He said he never saw anything like my dyspepsia, but he was bound to
48cure it. I'm sure there was nothing he wouldn't try. He was just going to try something new when we came off. Mr. Miller
49wanted Daisy to see Europe for herself. But I wrote to Mr. Miller that it seems as if I couldn't get on without Dr.
50Davis. At Schenectady he stands at the very top; and there's a great deal of sickness there, too. It affects my sleep."
51Winterbourne had a good deal of pathological gossip with Dr. Davis's patient, during which Daisy chattered unremittingly
52to her own companion. The young man asked Mrs. Miller how she was pleased with Rome. "Well, I must say I am
53disappointed," she answered. "We had heard so much about it; I suppose we had heard too much. But we couldn't help that.
54We had been led to expect something different." "Ah, wait a little, and you will become very fond of it," said
55Winterbourne. "I hate it worse and worse every day!" cried Randolph. "You are like the infant Hannibal," said
56Winterbourne. "No, I ain't!" Randolph declared at a venture. "You are not much like an infant," said his mother. "But we
57have seen places," she resumed, "that I should put a long way before Rome." And in reply to Winterbourne's
58interrogation, "There's Zurich," she concluded, "I think Zurich is lovely; and we hadn't heard half so much about it."
59"The best place we've seen is the City of Richmond!" said Randolph. "He means the ship," his mother explained. "We
60crossed in that ship. Randolph had a good time on the City of Richmond." "It's the best place I've seen," the child
61repeated. "Only it was turned the wrong way." "Well, we've got to turn the right way some time," said Mrs. Miller with a
62little laugh. Winterbourne expressed the hope that her daughter at least found some gratification in Rome, and she
63declared that Daisy was quite carried away. "It's on account of the society--the society's splendid. She goes round
64everywhere; she has made a great number of acquaintances. Of course she goes round more than I do. I must say they have
65been very sociable; they have taken her right in. And then she knows a great many gentlemen. Oh, she thinks there's
66nothing like Rome. Of course, it's a great deal pleasanter for a young lady if she knows plenty of gentlemen." By this
67time Daisy had turned her attention again to Winterbourne. "I've been telling Mrs. Walker how mean you were!" the young
68girl announced. "And what is the evidence you have offered?" asked Winterbourne, rather annoyed at Miss Miller's want of
69appreciation of the zeal of an admirer who on his way down to Rome had stopped neither at Bologna nor at Florence,
70simply because of a certain sentimental impatience. He remembered that a cynical compatriot had once told him that
71American women--the pretty ones, and this gave a largeness to the axiom--were at once the most exacting in the world and
72the least endowed with a sense of indebtedness. "Why, you were awfully mean at Vevey," said Daisy. "You wouldn't do
73anything. You wouldn't stay there when I asked you."
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