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1A few days after his brief interview with her mother, he encountered her in that beautiful abode of flowering desolation
2known as the Palace of the Caesars. The early Roman spring had filled the air with bloom and perfume, and the rugged
3surface of the Palatine was muffled with tender verdure. Daisy was strolling along the top of one of those great mounds
4of ruin that are embanked with mossy marble and paved with monumental inscriptions. It seemed to him that Rome had never
5been so lovely as just then. He stood, looking off at the enchanting harmony of line and color that remotely encircles
6the city, inhaling the softly humid odors, and feeling the freshness of the year and the antiquity of the place reaffirm
7themselves in mysterious interfusion. It seemed to him also that Daisy had never looked so pretty, but this had been an
8observation of his whenever he met her. Giovanelli was at her side, and Giovanelli, too, wore an aspect of even unwonted
9brilliancy. "Well," said Daisy, "I should think you would be lonesome!" "Lonesome?" asked Winterbourne. "You are always
10going round by yourself. Can't you get anyone to walk with you?" "I am not so fortunate," said Winterbourne, "as your
11companion." Giovanelli, from the first, had treated Winterbourne with distinguished politeness. He listened with a
12deferential air to his remarks; he laughed punctiliously at his pleasantries; he seemed disposed to testify to his
13belief that Winterbourne was a superior young man. He carried himself in no degree like a jealous wooer; he had
14obviously a great deal of tact; he had no objection to your expecting a little humility of him. It even seemed to
15Winterbourne at times that Giovanelli would find a certain mental relief in being able to have a private understanding
16with him--to say to him, as an intelligent man, that, bless you, HE knew how extraordinary was this young lady, and
17didn't flatter himself with delusive--or at least TOO delusive--hopes of matrimony and dollars. On this occasion he
18strolled away from his companion to pluck a sprig of almond blossom, which he carefully arranged in his buttonhole. "I
19know why you say that," said Daisy, watching Giovanelli. "Because you think I go round too much with HIM." And she
20nodded at her attendant. "Every one thinks so--if you care to know," said Winterbourne. "Of course I care to know!"
21Daisy exclaimed seriously. "But I don't believe it. They are only pretending to be shocked. They don't really care a
22straw what I do. Besides, I don't go round so much." "I think you will find they do care. They will show it
23disagreeably." Daisy looked at him a moment. "How disagreeably?" "Haven't you noticed anything?" Winterbourne asked. "I
24have noticed you. But I noticed you were as stiff as an umbrella the first time I saw you." "You will find I am not so
25stiff as several others," said Winterbourne, smiling. "How shall I find it?" "By going to see the others." "What will
26they do to me?" "They will give you the cold shoulder. Do you know what that means?" Daisy was looking at him intently;
27she began to color. "Do you mean as Mrs. Walker did the other night?" "Exactly!" said Winterbourne. She looked away at
28Giovanelli, who was decorating himself with his almond blossom. Then looking back at Winterbourne, "I shouldn't think
29you would let people be so unkind!" she said. "How can I help it?" he asked. "I should think you would say something."
30"I do say something;" and he paused a moment. "I say that your mother tells me that she believes you are engaged."
31"Well, she does," said Daisy very simply. Winterbourne began to laugh. "And does Randolph believe it?" he asked. "I
32guess Randolph doesn't believe anything," said Daisy. Randolph's skepticism excited Winterbourne to further hilarity,
33and he observed that Giovanelli was coming back to them. Daisy, observing it too, addressed herself again to her
34countryman. "Since you have mentioned it," she said, "I AM engaged." Winterbourne looked at her; he had stopped
35laughing. "You don't believe!" she added. He was silent a moment; and then, "Yes, I believe it," he said. "Oh, no, you
36don't!" she answered. "Well, then--I am not!" The young girl and her cicerone were on their way to the gate of the
37enclosure, so that Winterbourne, who had but lately entered, presently took leave of them. A week afterward he went to
38dine at a beautiful villa on the Caelian Hill, and, on arriving, dismissed his hired vehicle. The evening was charming,
39and he promised himself the satisfaction of walking home beneath the Arch of Constantine and past the vaguely lighted
40monuments of the Forum. There was a waning moon in the sky, and her radiance was not brilliant, but she was veiled in a
41thin cloud curtain which seemed to diffuse and equalize it. When, on his return from the villa (it was eleven o'clock),
42Winterbourne approached the dusky circle of the Colosseum, it recurred to him, as a lover of the picturesque, that the
43interior, in the pale moonshine, would be well worth a glance. He turned aside and walked to one of the empty arches,
44near which, as he observed, an open carriage--one of the little Roman streetcabs--was stationed. Then he passed in,
45among the cavernous shadows of the great structure, and emerged upon the clear and silent arena. The place had never
46seemed to him more impressive. One-half of the gigantic circus was in deep shade, the other was sleeping in the luminous
47dusk. As he stood there he began to murmur Byron's famous lines, out of "Manfred," but before he had finished his
48quotation he remembered that if nocturnal meditations in the Colosseum are recommended by the poets, they are deprecated
49by the doctors. The historic atmosphere was there, certainly; but the historic atmosphere, scientifically considered,
50was no better than a villainous miasma. Winterbourne walked to the middle of the arena, to take a more general glance,
51intending thereafter to make a hasty retreat. The great cross in the center was covered with shadow; it was only as he
52drew near it that he made it out distinctly. Then he saw that two persons were stationed upon the low steps which formed
53its base. One of these was a woman, seated; her companion was standing in front of her. Presently the sound of the
54woman's voice came to him distinctly in the warm night air. "Well, he looks at us as one of the old lions or tigers may
55have looked at the Christian martyrs!" These were the words he heard, in the familiar accent of Miss Daisy Miller. "Let
56us hope he is not very hungry," responded the ingenious Giovanelli. "He will have to take me first; you will serve for
57dessert!" Winterbourne stopped, with a sort of horror, and, it must be added, with a sort of relief. It was as if a
58sudden illumination had been flashed upon the ambiguity of Daisy's behavior, and the riddle had become easy to read. She
59was a young lady whom a gentleman need no longer be at pains to respect. He stood there, looking at her--looking at her
60companion and not reflecting that though he saw them vaguely, he himself must have been more brightly visible. He felt
61angry with himself that he had bothered so much about the right way of regarding Miss Daisy Miller. Then, as he was
62going to advance again, he checked himself, not from the fear that he was doing her injustice, but from a sense of the
63danger of appearing unbecomingly exhilarated by this sudden revulsion from cautious criticism. He turned away toward the
64entrance of the place, but, as he did so, he heard Daisy speak again. "Why, it was Mr. Winterbourne! He saw me, and he
65cuts me!" What a clever little reprobate she was, and how smartly she played at injured innocence! But he wouldn't cut
66her. Winterbourne came forward again and went toward the great cross. Daisy had got up; Giovanelli lifted his hat.
67Winterbourne had now begun to think simply of the craziness, from a sanitary point of view, of a delicate young girl
68lounging away the evening in this nest of malaria. What if she WERE a clever little reprobate? that was no reason for
69her dying of the perniciosa. "How long have you been here?" he asked almost brutally. Daisy, lovely in the flattering
70moonlight, looked at him a moment. Then--"All the evening," she answered, gently. "I never saw anything so pretty." "I
71am afraid," said Winterbourne, "that you will not think Roman fever very pretty. This is the way people catch it. I
72wonder," he added, turning to Giovanelli, "that you, a native Roman, should countenance such a terrible indiscretion."
73"Ah," said the handsome native, "for myself I am not afraid." "Neither am I--for you! I am speaking for this young
74lady."
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