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"What on EARTH are you so grave about?" she suddenly demanded,
fixing her agreeable eyes upon Winterbourne's.
"Am I grave?" he asked. "I had an idea I was grinning from ear to ear."
"You look as if you were taking me to a funeral. If that's a grin,
your ears are very near together."
"Should you like me to dance a hornpipe on the deck?"
"Pray do, and I'll carry round your hat. It will pay the expenses
of our journey."
"I never was better pleased in my life," murmured Winterbourne.
She looked at him a moment and then burst into a little laugh.
"I like to make you say those things! You're a queer mixture!"
In the castle, after they had landed, the subjective element
decidedly prevailed. Daisy tripped about the vaulted chambers,
rustled her skirts in the corkscrew staircases, flirted back with
a pretty little cry and a shudder from the edge of the oubliettes,
and turned a singularly well-shaped ear to everything that
Winterbourne told her about the place. But he saw that she
cared very little for feudal antiquities and that the dusky
traditions of Chillon made but a slight impression upon her.
They had the good fortune to have been able to walk about without
other companionship than that of the custodian; and Winterbourne
arranged with this functionary that they should not be hurried--
that they should linger and pause wherever they chose. The custodian
interpreted the bargain generously--Winterbourne, on his side,
had been generous--and ended by leaving them quite to themselves.
Miss Miller's observations were not remarkable for logical consistency;
for anything she wanted to say she was sure to find a pretext.
She found a great many pretexts in the rugged embrasures of Chillon
for asking Winterbourne sudden questions about himself--his family,
his previous history, his tastes, his habits, his intentions--and for
supplying information upon corresponding points in her own personality.
Of her own tastes, habits, and intentions Miss Miller was prepared
to give the most definite, and indeed the most favorable account.
"Well, I hope you know enough!" she said to her companion,
after he had told her the history of the unhappy Bonivard.
"I never saw a man that knew so much!" The history of Bonivard
had evidently, as they say, gone into one ear and out of the other.
But Daisy went on to say that she wished Winterbourne would travel
with them and "go round" with them; they might know something,
in that case. "Don't you want to come and teach Randolph?" she asked.
Winterbourne said that nothing could possibly please him so much,
but that he unfortunately other occupations. "Other occupations?
I don't believe it!" said Miss Daisy. "What do you mean?
You are not in business." The young man admitted that he was not
in business; but he had engagements which, even within a day or two,
would force him to go back to Geneva. "Oh, bother!" she said;
"I don't believe it!" and she began to talk about something else.
But a few moments later, when he was pointing out to her the pretty
design of an antique fireplace, she broke out irrelevantly,
"You don't mean to say you are going back to Geneva?"
"It is a melancholy fact that I shall have to return to Geneva tomorrow."
"Well, Mr. Winterbourne," said Daisy, "I think you're horrid!"
"Oh, don't say such dreadful things!" said Winterbourne--"just
at the last!"
"The last!" cried the young girl; "I call it the first. I have half
a mind to leave you here and go straight back to the hotel alone."
And for the next ten minutes she did nothing but call him horrid.
Poor Winterbourne was fairly bewildered; no young lady had as yet done
him the honor to be so agitated by the announcement of his movements.
His companion, after this, ceased to pay any attention to the
curiosities of Chillon or the beauties of the lake; she opened fire
upon the mysterious charmer in Geneva whom she appeared to have
instantly taken it for granted that he was hurrying back to see.
How did Miss Daisy Miller know that there was a charmer in Geneva?
Winterbourne, who denied the existence of such a person,
was quite unable to discover, and he was divided between amazement
at the rapidity of her induction and amusement at the frankness
of her persiflage. She seemed to him, in all this,
an extraordinary mixture of innocence and crudity. "Does she never
allow you more than three days at a time?" asked Daisy ironically.
"Doesn't she give you a vacation in summer? There's no one so hard
worked but they can get leave to go off somewhere at this season.
I suppose, if you stay another day, she'll come after you in the boat.
Do wait over till Friday, and I will go down to the landing to see
her arrive!" Winterbourne began to think he had been wrong to feel
disappointed in the temper in which the young lady had embarked.
If he had missed the personal accent, the personal accent was
now making its appearance. It sounded very distinctly, at last,
in her telling him she would stop "teasing" him if he would promise
her solemnly to come down to Rome in the winter.
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