daisy miller-第2节
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to speak to a young unmarried lady except under certain rarely occurring
conditions； but here at Vevey； what conditions could be better than these？
a pretty American girl coming and standing in front of you in a garden。
This pretty American girl； however； on hearing Winterbourne's observation；
simply glanced at him； she then turned her head and looked over the parapet；
at the lake and the opposite mountains。 He wondered whether he had gone
too far； but he decided that he must advance farther； rather than retreat。
While he was thinking of something else to say； the young lady turned
to the little boy again。
〃I should like to know where you got that pole；〃 she said。
〃I bought it；〃 responded Randolph。
〃You don't mean to say you're going to take it to Italy？〃
〃Yes； I am going to take it to Italy；〃 the child declared。
The young girl glanced over the front of her dress and smoothed out a knot
or two of ribbon。 Then she rested her eyes upon the prospect again。
〃Well； I guess you had better leave it somewhere；〃 she said after a moment。
〃Are you going to Italy？〃 Winterbourne inquired in a tone
of great respect。
The young lady glanced at him again。 〃Yes； sir；〃 she replied。
And she said nothing more。
〃Are youa going over the Simplon？〃 Winterbourne pursued；
a little embarrassed。
〃I don't know；〃 she said。 〃I suppose it's some mountain。
Randolph； what mountain are we going over？〃
〃Going where？〃 the child demanded。
〃To Italy；〃 Winterbourne explained。
〃I don't know；〃 said Randolph。 〃I don't want to go to Italy。
I want to go to America。〃
〃Oh； Italy is a beautiful place！〃 rejoined the young man。
〃Can you get candy there？〃 Randolph loudly inquired。
〃I hope not；〃 said his sister。 〃I guess you have had enough candy；
and mother thinks so too。〃
〃I haven't had any for ever so longfor a hundred weeks！〃
cried the boy； still jumping about。
The young lady inspected her flounces and smoothed her ribbons again；
and Winterbourne presently risked an observation upon the beauty
of the view。 He was ceasing to be embarrassed； for he had begun
to perceive that she was not in the least embarrassed herself。
There had not been the slightest alteration in her charming complexion；
she was evidently neither offended nor flattered。
If she looked another way when he spoke to her； and seemed not
particularly to hear him； this was simply her habit； her manner。
Yet； as he talked a little more and pointed out some of the objects
of interest in the view； with which she appeared quite unacquainted；
she gradually gave him more of the benefit of her glance； and then
he saw that this glance was perfectly direct and unshrinking。
It was not； however； what would have been called an immodest glance；
for the young girl's eyes were singularly honest and fresh。
They were wonderfully pretty eyes； and； indeed； Winterbourne had not
seen for a long time anything prettier than his fair countrywoman's
various featuresher complexion； her nose； her ears； her teeth。
He had a great relish for feminine beauty； he was addicted to
observing and analyzing it； and as regards this young lady's face
he made several observations。 It was not at all insipid； but it
was not exactly expressive； and though it was eminently delicate；
Winterbourne mentally accused itvery forgivinglyof a want of finish。
He thought it very possible that Master Randolph's sister was a coquette；
he was sure she had a spirit of her own； but in her bright；
sweet； superficial little visage there was no mockery； no irony。
Before long it became obvious that she was much disposed
toward conversation。 She told him that they were going to Rome
for the wintershe and her mother and Randolph。 She asked him
if he was a 〃real American〃； she shouldn't have taken him for one；
he seemed more like a Germanthis was said after a little hesitation
especially when he spoke。 Winterbourne； laughing； answered that
he had met Germans who spoke like Americans； but that he had not；
so far as he remembered； met an American who spoke like a German。
Then he asked her if she should not be more comfortable in sitting
upon the bench which he had just quitted。 She answered that she
liked standing up and walking about； but she presently sat down。
She told him she was from New York State〃if you know where that is。〃
Winterbourne learned more about her by catching hold of her small；
slippery brother and making him stand a few minutes by his side。
〃Tell me your name； my boy；〃 he said。
〃Randolph C。 Miller；〃 said the boy sharply。 〃And I'll tell you her name〃；
and he leveled his alpenstock at his sister。
〃You had better wait till you are asked！〃 said this young lady calmly。
〃I should like very much to know your name；〃 said Winterbourne。
〃Her name is Daisy Miller！〃 cried the child。 〃But that isn't her real name；
that isn't her name on her cards。〃
〃It's a pity you haven't got one of my cards！〃 said Miss Miller。
〃Her real name is Annie P。 Miller；〃 the boy went on。
〃Ask him HIS name；〃 said his sister； indicating Winterbourne。
But on this point Randolph seemed perfectly indifferent；
he continued to supply information with regard to his own family。
〃My father's name is Ezra B。 Miller；〃 he announced。
〃My father ain't in Europe； my father's in a better
place than Europe；。〃
Winterbourne imagined for a moment that this was the manner
in which the child had been taught to intimate that Mr。 Miller
had been removed to the sphere of celestial reward。
But Randolph immediately added； 〃My father's in Schenectady。
He's got a big business。 My father's rich； you bet！〃
〃Well！〃 ejaculated Miss Miller； lowering her parasol and looking
at the embroidered border。 Winterbourne presently released
the child； who departed； dragging his alpenstock along the path。
〃He doesn't like Europe；〃 said the young girl。 〃He wants
to go back。〃
〃To Schenectady； you mean？〃
〃Yes； he wants to go right home。 He hasn't got any boys here。
There is one boy here； but he always goes round with a teacher；
they won't let him play。〃
〃And your brother hasn't any teacher？〃 Winterbourne inquired。
〃Mother thought of getting him one； to travel round with us。
There was a lady told her of a very good teacher；
an American ladyperhaps you know herMrs。 Sanders。
I think she came from Boston。 She told her of this teacher；
and we thought of getting him to travel round with us。
But Randolph said he didn't want a teacher traveling round with us。
He said he wouldn't have lessons when he was in the cars。
And we ARE in the cars about half the time。 There was an English
lady we met in the carsI think her name was Miss Featherstone；
perhaps you know her。 She wanted to know why I didn't give
Randolph lessonsgive him 'instruction；' she called it。
I guess he could give me more instruction than I could give him。
He's very smart。〃
〃Yes；〃 said Winterbourne； 〃he seems very smart。〃
〃Mother's going to get a teacher for him as soon as we get to Italy。
Can you get good teachers in Italy？〃
〃Very good； I should think；〃 said Winterbourne。
〃Or else she's going to find some school。 He ought to learn
some more。 He's only nine。 He's going to college。〃
And in this way Miss Miller continued to converse upon the affairs
of her family and upon other topics。 She sat there with her
extremely pretty hands； ornamented with very brilliant rings；
folded in her lap； and with her pretty eyes now resting upon
those of Winterbourne； now wandering over the garden； the people
who passed by； and the beautiful view。 She talked to Winterbourne
as if she had known him a long time。 He found it very pleasant。
It was many years since he had heard a young girl talk so much。
It might have been said of this unknown young lady； who had come
and sat down beside him upon a bench； that she chattered。
She was very quiet； she sat in a charming； tranquil attitude；
but her lips and her eyes were constantly moving。 She had a soft；
slender； agreeable voice； and her tone was decidedly sociable。
She gave Winterbourne a history of her movements and intentions
and those of her mother and brother； in Europe； and enumerated；
in particular； the various hotels at which they had stopped。
〃That English lady in the cars；〃 she said〃Miss Featherstone
asked me if we didn't all live in hotels in America。
I told her I had never been in so many hotels in my life as since I
came to Europe。 I have never seen so manyit's nothing but hotels。〃
But Miss Miller did not make this remark with a querulous accent；
she appeared to be in the best humor with everything。
She declared that the hotels were very good； when once you
got used to their ways； and that Europe was perfectly sweet。
She was not disappointednot a bit。 Perhaps it was because
she had heard so much about it before。 She had ever so many
intimate friends that ha
