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1"I think every one knows you!" said Mrs. Walker pregnantly, and she gave a very cursory greeting to Mr. Giovanelli. This
2gentleman bore himself gallantly. He smiled and bowed and showed his white teeth; he curled his mustaches and rolled his
3eyes and performed all the proper functions of a handsome Italian at an evening party. He sang very prettily half a
4dozen songs, though Mrs. Walker afterward declared that she had been quite unable to find out who asked him. It was
5apparently not Daisy who had given him his orders. Daisy sat at a distance from the piano, and though she had publicly,
6as it were, professed a high admiration for his singing, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on. "It's a pity
7these rooms are so small; we can't dance," she said to Winterbourne, as if she had seen him five minutes before. "I am
8not sorry we can't dance," Winterbourne answered; "I don't dance." "Of course you don't dance; you're too stiff," said
9Miss Daisy. "I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!" "No. I didn't enjoy it; I preferred walking with you." "We
10paired off: that was much better," said Daisy. "But did you ever hear anything so cool as Mrs. Walker's wanting me to
11get into her carriage and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli, and under the pretext that it was proper? People have different
12ideas! It would have been most unkind; he had been talking about that walk for ten days." "He should not have talked
13about it at all," said Winterbourne; "he would never have proposed to a young lady of this country to walk about the
14streets with him." "About the streets?" cried Daisy with her pretty stare. "Where, then, would he have proposed to her
15to walk? The Pincio is not the streets, either; and I, thank goodness, am not a young lady of this country. The young
16ladies of this country have a dreadfully poky time of it, so far as I can learn; I don't see why I should change my
17habits for THEM." "I am afraid your habits are those of a flirt," said Winterbourne gravely. "Of course they are," she
18cried, giving him her little smiling stare again. "I'm a fearful, frightful flirt! Did you ever hear of a nice girl that
19was not? But I suppose you will tell me now that I am not a nice girl." "You're a very nice girl; but I wish you would
20flirt with me, and me only," said Winterbourne. "Ah! thank you--thank you very much; you are the last man I should think
21of flirting with. As I have had the pleasure of informing you, you are too stiff." "You say that too often," said
22Winterbourne. Daisy gave a delighted laugh. "If I could have the sweet hope of making you angry, I should say it again."
23"Don't do that; when I am angry I'm stiffer than ever. But if you won't flirt with me, do cease, at least, to flirt with
24your friend at the piano; they don't understand that sort of thing here." "I thought they understood nothing else!"
25exclaimed Daisy. "Not in young unmarried women." "It seems to me much more proper in young unmarried women than in old
26married ones," Daisy declared. "Well," said Winterbourne, "when you deal with natives you must go by the custom of the
27place. Flirting is a purely American custom; it doesn't exist here. So when you show yourself in public with Mr.
28Giovanelli, and without your mother--" "Gracious! poor Mother!" interposed Daisy. "Though you may be flirting, Mr.
29Giovanelli is not; he means something else." "He isn't preaching, at any rate," said Daisy with vivacity. "And if you
30want very much to know, we are neither of us flirting; we are too good friends for that: we are very intimate friends."
31"Ah!" rejoined Winterbourne, "if you are in love with each other, it is another affair." She had allowed him up to this
32point to talk so frankly that he had no expectation of shocking her by this ejaculation; but she immediately got up,
33blushing visibly, and leaving him to exclaim mentally that little American flirts were the queerest creatures in the
34world. "Mr. Giovanelli, at least," she said, giving her interlocutor a single glance, "never says such very disagreeable
35things to me." Winterbourne was bewildered; he stood, staring. Mr. Giovanelli had finished singing. He left the piano
36and came over to Daisy. "Won't you come into the other room and have some tea?" he asked, bending before her with his
37ornamental smile. Daisy turned to Winterbourne, beginning to smile again. He was still more perplexed, for this
38inconsequent smile made nothing clear, though it seemed to prove, indeed, that she had a sweetness and softness that
39reverted instinctively to the pardon of offenses. "It has never occurred to Mr. Winterbourne to offer me any tea," she
40said with her little tormenting manner. "I have offered you advice," Winterbourne rejoined. "I prefer weak tea!" cried
41Daisy, and she went off with the brilliant Giovanelli. She sat with him in the adjoining room, in the embrasure of the
42window, for the rest of the evening. There was an interesting performance at the piano, but neither of these young
43people gave heed to it. When Daisy came to take leave of Mrs. Walker, this lady conscientiously repaired the weakness of
44which she had been guilty at the moment of the young girl's arrival. She turned her back straight upon Miss Miller and
45left her to depart with what grace she might. Winterbourne was standing near the door; he saw it all. Daisy turned very
46pale and looked at her mother, but Mrs. Miller was humbly unconscious of any violation of the usual social forms. She
47appeared, indeed, to have felt an incongruous impulse to draw attention to her own striking observance of them. "Good
48night, Mrs. Walker," she said; "we've had a beautiful evening. You see, if I let Daisy come to parties without me, I
49don't want her to go away without me." Daisy turned away, looking with a pale, grave face at the circle near the door;
50Winterbourne saw that, for the first moment, she was too much shocked and puzzled even for indignation. He on his side
51was greatly touched. "That was very cruel," he said to Mrs. Walker. "She never enters my drawing room again!" replied
52his hostess. Since Winterbourne was not to meet her in Mrs. Walker's drawing room, he went as often as possible to Mrs.
53Miller's hotel. The ladies were rarely at home, but when he found them, the devoted Giovanelli was always present. Very
54often the brilliant little Roman was in the drawing room with Daisy alone, Mrs. Miller being apparently constantly of
55the opinion that discretion is the better part of surveillance. Winterbourne noted, at first with surprise, that Daisy
56on these occasions was never embarrassed or annoyed by his own entrance; but he very presently began to feel that she
57had no more surprises for him; the unexpected in her behavior was the only thing to expect. She showed no displeasure at
58her tete-a-tete with Giovanelli being interrupted; she could chatter as freshly and freely with two gentlemen as with
59one; there was always, in her conversation, the same odd mixture of audacity and puerility. Winterbourne remarked to
60himself that if she was seriously interested in Giovanelli, it was very singular that she should not take more trouble
61to preserve the sanctity of their interviews; and he liked her the more for her innocent-looking indifference and her
62apparently inexhaustible good humor. He could hardly have said why, but she seemed to him a girl who would never be
63jealous. At the risk of exciting a somewhat derisive smile on the reader's part, I may affirm that with regard to the
64women who had hitherto interested him, it very often seemed to Winterbourne among the possibilities that, given certain
65contingencies, he should be afraid--literally afraid--of these ladies; he had a pleasant sense that he should never be
66afraid of Daisy Miller. It must be added that this sentiment was not altogether flattering to Daisy; it was part of his
67conviction, or rather of his apprehension, that she would prove a very light young person. But she was evidently very
68much interested in Giovanelli. She looked at him whenever he spoke; she was perpetually telling him to do this and to do
69that; she was constantly "chaffing" and abusing him. She appeared completely to have forgotten that Winterbourne had
70said anything to displease her at Mrs. Walker's little party. One Sunday afternoon, having gone to St. Peter's with his
71aunt, Winterbourne perceived Daisy strolling about the great church in company with the inevitable Giovanelli. Presently
72he pointed out the young girl and her cavalier to Mrs. Costello. This lady looked at them a moment through her eyeglass,
73and then she said: "That's what makes you so pensive in these days, eh?"
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