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1Giovanelli lifted his well-shaped eyebrows and showed his brilliant teeth. But he took Winterbourne's rebuke with
2docility. "I told the signorina it was a grave indiscretion, but when was the signorina ever prudent?" "I never was
3sick, and I don't mean to be!" the signorina declared. "I don't look like much, but I'm healthy! I was bound to see the
4Colosseum by moonlight; I shouldn't have wanted to go home without that; and we have had the most beautiful time,
5haven't we, Mr. Giovanelli? If there has been any danger, Eugenio can give me some pills. He has got some splendid
6pills." "I should advise you," said Winterbourne, "to drive home as fast as possible and take one!" "What you say is
7very wise," Giovanelli rejoined. "I will go and make sure the carriage is at hand." And he went forward rapidly. Daisy
8followed with Winterbourne. He kept looking at her; she seemed not in the least embarrassed. Winterbourne said nothing;
9Daisy chattered about the beauty of the place. "Well, I HAVE seen the Colosseum by moonlight!" she exclaimed. "That's
10one good thing." Then, noticing Winterbourne's silence, she asked him why he didn't speak. He made no answer; he only
11began to laugh. They passed under one of the dark archways; Giovanelli was in front with the carriage. Here Daisy
12stopped a moment, looking at the young American. "DID you believe I was engaged, the other day?" she asked. "It doesn't
13matter what I believed the other day," said Winterbourne, still laughing. "Well, what do you believe now?" "I believe
14that it makes very little difference whether you are engaged or not!" He felt the young girl's pretty eyes fixed upon
15him through the thick gloom of the archway; she was apparently going to answer. But Giovanelli hurried her forward.
16"Quick! quick!" he said; "if we get in by midnight we are quite safe." Daisy took her seat in the carriage, and the
17fortunate Italian placed himself beside her. "Don't forget Eugenio's pills!" said Winterbourne as he lifted his hat. "I
18don't care," said Daisy in a little strange tone, "whether I have Roman fever or not!" Upon this the cab driver cracked
19his whip, and they rolled away over the desultory patches of the antique pavement. Winterbourne, to do him justice, as
20it were, mentioned to no one that he had encountered Miss Miller, at midnight, in the Colosseum with a gentleman; but
21nevertheless, a couple of days later, the fact of her having been there under these circumstances was known to every
22member of the little American circle, and commented accordingly. Winterbourne reflected that they had of course known it
23at the hotel, and that, after Daisy's return, there had been an exchange of remarks between the porter and the cab
24driver. But the young man was conscious, at the same moment, that it had ceased to be a matter of serious regret to him
25that the little American flirt should be "talked about" by low-minded menials. These people, a day or two later, had
26serious information to give: the little American flirt was alarmingly ill. Winterbourne, when the rumor came to him,
27immediately went to the hotel for more news. He found that two or three charitable friends had preceded him, and that
28they were being entertained in Mrs. Miller's salon by Randolph. "It's going round at night," said Randolph--"that's what
29made her sick. She's always going round at night. I shouldn't think she'd want to, it's so plaguy dark. You can't see
30anything here at night, except when there's a moon. In America there's always a moon!" Mrs. Miller was invisible; she
31was now, at least, giving her daughter the advantage of her society. It was evident that Daisy was dangerously ill.
32Winterbourne went often to ask for news of her, and once he saw Mrs. Miller, who, though deeply alarmed, was, rather to
33his surprise, perfectly composed, and, as it appeared, a most efficient and judicious nurse. She talked a good deal
34about Dr. Davis, but Winterbourne paid her the compliment of saying to himself that she was not, after all, such a
35monstrous goose. "Daisy spoke of you the other day," she said to him. "Half the time she doesn't know what she's saying,
36but that time I think she did. She gave me a message she told me to tell you. She told me to tell you that she never was
37engaged to that handsome Italian. I am sure I am very glad; Mr. Giovanelli hasn't been near us since she was taken ill.
38I thought he was so much of a gentleman; but I don't call that very polite! A lady told me that he was afraid I was
39angry with him for taking Daisy round at night. Well, so I am, but I suppose he knows I'm a lady. I would scorn to scold
40him. Anyway, she says she's not engaged. I don't know why she wanted you to know, but she said to me three times, 'Mind
41you tell Mr. Winterbourne.' And then she told me to ask if you remembered the time you went to that castle in
42Switzerland. But I said I wouldn't give any such messages as that. Only, if she is not engaged, I'm sure I'm glad to
43know it." But, as Winterbourne had said, it mattered very little. A week after this, the poor girl died; it had been a
44terrible case of the fever. Daisy's grave was in the little Protestant cemetery, in an angle of the wall of imperial
45Rome, beneath the cypresses and the thick spring flowers. Winterbourne stood there beside it, with a number of other
46mourners, a number larger than the scandal excited by the young lady's career would have led you to expect. Near him
47stood Giovanelli, who came nearer still before Winterbourne turned away. Giovanelli was very pale: on this occasion he
48had no flower in his buttonhole; he seemed to wish to say something. At last he said, "She was the most beautiful young
49lady I ever saw, and the most amiable;" and then he added in a moment, "and she was the most innocent." Winterbourne
50looked at him and presently repeated his words, "And the most innocent?" "The most innocent!" Winterbourne felt sore and
51angry. "Why the devil," he asked, "did you take her to that fatal place?" Mr. Giovanelli's urbanity was apparently
52imperturbable. He looked on the ground a moment, and then he said, "For myself I had no fear; and she wanted to go."
53"That was no reason!" Winterbourne declared. The subtle Roman again dropped his eyes. "If she had lived, I should have
54got nothing. She would never have married me, I am sure." "She would never have married you?" "For a moment I hoped so.
55But no. I am sure." Winterbourne listened to him: he stood staring at the raw protuberance among the April daisies. When
56he turned away again, Mr. Giovanelli, with his light, slow step, had retired. Winterbourne almost immediately left Rome;
57but the following summer he again met his aunt, Mrs. Costello at Vevey. Mrs. Costello was fond of Vevey. In the interval
58Winterbourne had often thought of Daisy Miller and her mystifying manners. One day he spoke of her to his aunt--said it
59was on his conscience that he had done her injustice. "I am sure I don't know," said Mrs. Costello. "How did your
60injustice affect her?" "She sent me a message before her death which I didn't understand at the time; but I have
61understood it since. She would have appreciated one's esteem." "Is that a modest way," asked Mrs. Costello, "of saying
62that she would have reciprocated one's affection?" Winterbourne offered no answer to this question; but he presently
63said, "You were right in that remark that you made last summer. I was booked to make a mistake. I have lived too long in
64foreign parts." Nevertheless, he went back to live at Geneva, whence there continue to come the most contradictory
65accounts of his motives of sojourn: a report that he is "studying" hard--an intimation that he is much interested in a
66very clever foreign lady.
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