You were right in that remark that you madelast summer. I was booked to make a mistake. I have lived toolong in foreign parts.

And the most innocent?

Aweek after this, the poor girl died;

Miller's salon by Randolph."It's going round at night," said Randolph—"that's whatmade her sick.

the littleAmerican flirt was alarmingly ill.

What if shewerea clever littlereprobate?

reprobate

These were the words he heard, in the familiar accent ofMiss Daisy Miller

Winterbourne looked at her; he had stoppedlaughing

.

You are always going round by yourself.

unwonted

From either view of them he hadsomehow missed her, and now it was too late. She was "car-ried away" by Mr. Giovanelli.

Winterbourne wondered how she felt about all thecold shoulders that were turned toward her, and sometimes itannoyed him to suspect that she did not feel at all.

I keeptelling Daisy she's engaged!

She's always going round with Mr. Giovanelli

du meilleur monde

between Mrs. Costello and her friends, therewas a great deal said about poor little Miss Miller's going re-ally "too far.

avvocato

I don't believe she thinks of marrying him,

They are certainly very intimate

pensive

It must be added that this sen-timent was not altogether flattering to Daisy

tete-a-tete

but hevery presently began to feel that she had no more surprises forhim

Since Winterbourne was not to meet her in Mrs. Walker'sdrawing room, he went as often as possible to Mrs. Miller'shotel.

She turned her back straight uponMiss Miller and left her to depart with what grace she might

onscientiously

There was an interesting performance at the piano, but neitherof these young people gave heed to it.

I prefer weak tea

It has never occurred to Mr. Winterbourneto offer me any tea,

intimate

Though you may be flirting, Mr. Giovanelli is not; hemeans something else."

"Of course they are,

and I, thank goodness, am nota young lady of this country.

"I hope you enjoyed your drive with Mrs. Walker!

and though she hadpublicly, as it were, professed a high admiration for hissinging, talked, not inaudibly, while it was going on.

though Mrs. Walker afterward declaredthat she had been quite unable to find out who asked him

gallantly

cursory

Mrs. Miller's hair above her exposed-looking temples was more frizzled than ever.

But he walked—nottoward the couple with the parasol; toward the residence ofhis aunt, Mrs. Costello

If you wish to rejoin the young lady I will put youdown. Here, by the way, you have a chance

I suspect, Mrs. Walker, that you and I have lived too long atGeneva

when a gentleman comes andasks for Miss Miller.

But she only shook his hand, hardly looking at him

Mrs. Walker sat looking after her, and there were tears inMrs. Walker's eyes.

gallantry

"DoesMr. Winterbourne think," she asked slowly, smiling, throwingback her head, and glancing at him from head to foot, "that, tosave my reputation, I ought to get into the carriage?"

If I didn't walk Ishould expire.

urged Mrs. Walker, leaning forward in her victoria,with her hands devoutly clasped

"It is really too dread-ful," she said. "That girl must not do this sort of thing. Shemust not walk here with you two men. Fifty people have no-ticed her."

It was impossible to re-gard her as a perfectly well-conducted young lady; she waswanting in a certain indispensable delicacy.

And then he came back to the questionwhether this was, in fact, a nice girl.

"He is not a gentleman," said theyoung American; "he is only a clever imitation of one. He is amusic master, or a penny-a-liner, or a third-rate artist.

Giovanelli, of course, had counted uponsomething more intimate; he had not bargained for a party ofthree

ur-bane

with the nosegay in his bosom

I have never allowed a gentle-man to dictate to me, or to interfere with anything I do

a little man

hospitable

fearfully quiet

consign

The slow-moving, idlygazing Roman crowd bestowed much attention upon the ex-tremely pretty young foreign lady who was passing through itupon his arm;

Winterbourne's politeness hastened to affirm itself, and theyoung girl gave him gracious leave to accompany her

Winterbourne was watching the young girl; at this questionhis attention quickened

Mrs. Walker was silent a moment; she gave a rapid glanceat Winterbourne

It's an intimate friend of mine—Mr. Giovanelli

quaint

"have I come all the way to Rome to encounter yourreproaches?

Of course, it's a great deal pleasan-ter for a young lady if she knows plenty of gentlemen

saidMrs. Miller with a little laugh

I suffer from the liver

dyspepsia,

jocosely

"We've got a bigger place than this," saidRandolph. "It's all gold on the walls."

but this lady evaded his glanc

Randolph Miller

servant

very accom-plished

the image of a very prettygirl looking out of an old Roman window and asking herselfurgently when Mr. Winterbourne would arrive

The news that Daisy Miller was surrounded by half a dozenwonderful mustaches checked Winterbourne's impulse to gostraightway to see her.

vulgar

They are very dreadful people

The girl goes about alone with her foreigner

After what happened at Vevey, Ithink I may certainly call upon them

with whom she rackets about in away that makes much talk

third-rate

intime

Those peo-ple

His aunt had been established there for several weeks

"My aunt has taken an apartment in Rome for the winter andhas already asked me to come and see her."

invidiouskinswoman

I suppose, if you stay another day,she'll come after you in the boat. Do wait over till Friday, andI will go down to the landing to see her arrive!

he opened fire upon the mysteri-ous charmer in Geneva whom she appeared to have instantlytaken it for granted that he was hurrying back to see

Well, Mr. Winterbourne," said Daisy, "I think you're hor-rid!

Of her own tastes, habits,and intentions Miss Miller was prepared to give the most defi-nite, and indeed the most favorable account.

Of her own tastes, habits,and intentions Miss Miller was prepared to give the most defi-nite, and indeed the most favorable account.

But he saw thatshe cared very little for feudal antiquities and that the duskytraditions of Chillon made but a slight impression upon her

"Should you like me to dance a hornpipe on the deck?"

"You look as if you were taking me to a funeral

Daisy Miller was ex-tremely animated, she was in charming spirits; but she wasapparently not at all excited; she was not fluttered; sheavoided neither his eyes nor those of anyone else; she blushedneither when she looked at him nor when she felt that peoplewere looking at her

they were all looking at her very hard

he felt as if there were something romantic going for-ward

declared

chaffing

Her face wore a charming smile, herpretty eyes were gleaming, she was swinging her great fanabout.

I shouldn't think she'd want to

tete-a-tete

"Of coursewe only want to see the principal ones. We visited several inEngland,"

"I presume you willgo in the cars," said her mothe

"I wish he would!" said her mother. "It seems as if hecouldn't."

and to the young man's ear her tone might have indicated thatshe had been uttering his name all her life

"Common," she was, as Mrs.Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a wonder to Winter-bourne that, with her commonness, she had a singularly deli-cate grace

She'sright down timid.

Winterbournewondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a mo-ment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such asto make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comforther.

she gave a little laugh.

"She would be mosthappy,"

"I think that's a lovely description,headache and all!"

comme il faut

she said she had heard allabout Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid.

Miss Daisy Miller seemed very glad to see him; she declaredit was the longest evening she had ever passed

indolent sylph

with Miss Daisy Miller there was no great need of walking ontiptoe.

he should not appreciateher justly.

I must de-cline the honor of her acquaintance

Frederick

You have lived too long out of the country. You will besure to make some great mistake. You are too innocent."

What a dreadful girl

How long had you known her, may Iask, when this interesting project was formed? You haven'tbeen twenty-four hours in the house.

they helped him to make up his mind about Miss Daisy.

"She is a young lady," said Mrs. Costello, "who has an inti-macy with her mamma's courier."

she is very common.

"They are very common,"

many different lights,

if he were acquainted with New York, hewould see that one had to be.

and, though he was on his travels, was rarelyperceived to visit any particular city at the moment selectedby his mother for her own appearance there.

the former lady

"picked up"

offensively

we can go to the castle."

She didn't rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva wouldhave done;

dyspepsia

excursion

Winterbourne had lost his instinct in this mat-ter, and his reason could not help him.

"It was a kind of a wishing cap,"

She gave Winterbourne a history ofher movements and intentions and those of her mother andbrother, in Europe, and enumerated, in particular, the varioushotels at which they had stopped.

the cars

Ezra B. Miller

"if youknow where that is."

"real American"

He had a great relish for femininebeauty; he was addicted to observing and analyzing it

And she said nothing more

but here at Vevey, what condi-tions could be better than these?

bareheaded

attacked

paternally

sharp,hard little voice

even-and-twenty years of age

camphor

German waiters, who look like secretaries of legation; Rus-sian princesses sitting in the garden; little Polish boys

American watering place.

chalk-whitefront, a hundred balconies, and a dozen flags flying from itsroof, to the little Swiss pension of an elder day, with its nameinscribed in German-looking lettering upon a pink or yellowwall and an awkward summerhouse in the angle of the gar-den.

comfortable