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Daisy Miller by Henry James, Jr.; 90 editions; First published in ; Subjects: Fiction, Americans, Young women, Americans in fiction, Young. MACMILLAN READERS. PRE-INTERMEDIATE LEVEL. HENRY JAMES. Daisy Miller. Retold by Rachel Bladon. MACMILLAN. Ebook `Daisy Miller`: ebooks list of Henry James. Characters: Daisy Miller, Frederick Winterbourne, Randolph Miller, Mrs download PDF (recognized text).

We dont speak to everyoneor they dont speak to us. I suppose its about the same thing. Anyway, I shall be ever so glad to know your aunt. Winterbourne was embarrassed. She would be most happy, he said; but I am afraid those headaches will interfere. The young girl looked at him through the dusk.

But I suppose she doesnt have a headache every day, she said sympathetically. Winterbourne was silent a moment. She tells me she does, he answered at last, not knowing what to say. Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him.

Her prettiness was still visible in the darkness; she was opening and closing her enormous fan. She doesnt want to know me! Why dont you say so? You neednt be afraid. Im not afraid! And she gave a little laugh. Winterbourne fancied there was a tremor in her voice; he was touched, shocked, mortified by it. My dear young lady, he protested, she knows no one. Its her wretched health. The young girl walked on a few steps, laughing still. You neednt 23 Daisy Miller be afraid, she repeated.

Why should she want to know me? Then she paused again; she was close to the parapet of the garden, and in front of her was the starlit lake. There was a vague sheen upon its surface, and in the distance were dimly seen mountain forms.

Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh. Winterbourne wondered whether she was seriously wounded, and for a moment almost wished that her sense of injury might be such as to make it becoming in him to attempt to reassure and comfort her. He had a pleasant sense that she would be very approachable for consolatory purposes.

He felt then, for the instant, quite ready to sacrifice his aunt, conversationally; to admit that she was a proud, rude woman, and to declare that they neednt mind her. But before he had time to commit himself to this perilous mixture of gallantry and impiety, the young lady, resuming her walk, gave an exclamation in quite another tone. Well, heres Mother! I guess she hasnt got Randolph to go to bed. The figure of a lady appeared at a distance, very indistinct in the darkness, and advancing with a slow and wavering movement.

Suddenly it seemed to pause. Are you sure it is your mother? Can you distinguish her in this thick dusk? Winterbourne asked. And when she has got on my shawl, too! She is always wearing my things. The lady in question, ceasing to advance, hovered vaguely about the spot at which she had checked her steps. I am afraid your mother doesnt see you, said Winterbourne.

Or perhaps, he added, thinking, with Miss Miller, the joke permissibleperhaps she feels guilty about your shawl. Oh, its a fearful old thing! I told her she could wear it. She wont come here because she sees you. Oh, no; come on! Im afraid your mother doesnt approve of my walking with you.

Miss Miller gave him a serious glance.

It isnt for me; its for youthat is, its for her. Well, I dont know who its for! But mother doesnt like any of my gentlemen friends. Shes right down timid. She always makes a fuss if I introduce a gentleman. But I do introduce themalmost always.

If I didnt introduce my gentlemen friends to Mother, the young girl added in her little soft, flat monotone, I shouldnt think I was natural. To introduce me, said Winterbourne, you must know my name. And he proceeded to pronounce it. Oh, dear, I cant say all that! But by this time they had come up to Mrs. Miller, who, as they drew near, walked to the parapet of the garden and leaned upon it, looking intently at the lake and turning her back to them.

Upon this the elder lady turned round. Winterbourne, said Miss Daisy Miller, introducing the young man very frankly and prettily. Common, she was, as Mrs. Costello had pronounced her; yet it was a wonder to Winterbourne that, with her commonness, she had a singularly delicate grace. Her mother was a small, spare, light person, with a wandering eye, a very exiguous nose, and a large forehead, decorated with a certain amount of thin, much frizzled hair.

Like her daughter, Mrs. Miller was dressed with extreme elegance; she had enormous diamonds in her ears. So far as Winterbourne could observe, she gave him no greetingshe certainly was not looking at him. Daisy was near her, pulling her shawl straight. What are you doing, poking round here? I dont know, said her mother, turning toward the lake again. Daisy exclaimed. Well I do! Did you get Randolph to go to bed? No; I couldnt induce him, said Mrs.

Miller very gently. He wants to talk to the waiter. He likes to talk to that waiter. I was telling Mr. Winterbourne, the young girl went on; and to the young mans ear her tone might have indicated that she had been uttering his name all her life. Oh, yes! Randolphs mamma was silent; she turned her attention to the lake. But at last she spoke.

Well, I dont see how he lives! Anyhow, it isnt so bad as it was at Dover, said Daisy Miller. And what occurred at Dover? He wouldnt go to bed at all. I guess he sat up all night in the public parlor. He wasnt in bed at twelve oclock: I know that. It was half-past twelve, declared Mrs. Miller with mild emphasis. Does he sleep much during the day? Winterbourne demanded. I guess he doesnt sleep much, Daisy rejoined. I wish he would! It seems as if he couldnt.

I think hes real tiresome, Daisy pursued. Then, for some moments, there was silence. Well, Daisy Miller, said the elder lady, presently, I shouldnt think youd want to talk against your own brother! Well, he is tiresome, Mother, said Daisy, quite without the asperity of a retort.

Hes only nine, urged Mrs. Well, he wouldnt go to that castle, said the young girl. Im going there with Mr. To this announcement, very placidly made, Daisys mamma offered no response.

Winterbourne took for granted that she deeply 26 Henry James disapproved of the projected excursion; but he said to himself that she was a simple, easily managed person, and that a few deferential protestations would take the edge from her displeasure. Yes, he began; your daughter has kindly allowed me the honor of being her guide. Millers wandering eyes attached themselves, with a sort of appealing air, to Daisy, who, however, strolled a few steps farther, gently humming to herself.

I presume you will go in the cars, said her mother. Yes, or in the boat, said Winterbourne. Well, of course, I dont know, Mrs. Miller rejoined. I have never been to that castle. It is a pity you shouldnt go, said Winterbourne, beginning to feel reassured as to her opposition. And yet he was quite prepared to find that, as a matter of course, she meant to accompany her daughter.

Weve been thinking ever so much about going, she pursued; but it seems as if we couldnt. Of course Daisyshe wants to go round. But theres a lady hereI dont know her nameshe says she shouldnt think wed want to go to see castles here; she should think wed want to wait till we got to Italy. It seems as if there would be so many there, continued Mrs. Miller with an air of increasing confidence. Of course we only want to see the principal ones.

We visited several in England, she presently added. Ah yes! But Chillon here, is very well worth seeing. Well, if Daisy feels up to it said Mrs. Miller, in a tone impregnated with a sense of the magnitude of the enterprise. It seems as if there was nothing she wouldnt undertake. Oh, I think shell enjoy it! Winterbourne declared. And he desired more and more to make it a certainty that he was to have the privilege of a tete-a-tete with the young lady, who was still strolling 27 Daisy Miller along in front of them, softly vocalizing.

You are not disposed, madam, he inquired, to undertake it yourself? Daisys mother looked at him an instant askance, and then walked forward in silence. ThenI guess she had better go alone, she said simply. Winterbourne observed to himself that this was a very different type of maternity from that of the vigilant matrons who massed themselves in the forefront of social intercourse in the dark old city at the other end of the lake. But his meditations were interrupted by hearing his name very distinctly pronounced by Mrs.

Millers unprotected daughter. Dont you want to take me out in a boat? At present? Of course! Well, Annie Miller! I beg you, madam, to let her go, said Winterbourne ardently; for he had never yet enjoyed the sensation of guiding through the summer starlight a skiff freighted with a fresh and beautiful young girl.

I shouldnt think shed want to, said her mother. I should think shed rather go indoors. Im sure Mr. Winterbourne wants to take me, Daisy declared. Hes so awfully devoted! I will row you over to Chillon in the starlight. I dont believe it! You havent spoken to me for half an hour, her daughter went on. I have been having some very pleasant conversation with your mother, said Winterbourne. Well, I want you to take me out in a boat! Daisy repeated.

They had all stopped, and she had turned round and was looking at Winterbourne. Her face wore a charming smile, her pretty eyes were 28 Henry James gleaming, she was swinging her great fan about.

No; its impossible to be prettier than that, thought Winterbourne. There are half a dozen boats moored at that landing place, he said, pointing to certain steps which descended from the garden to the lake. If you will do me the honor to accept my arm, we will go and select one of them. Daisy stood there smiling; she threw back her head and gave a little, light laugh. I like a gentleman to be formal! I assure you its a formal offer. I was bound I would make you say something, Daisy went on.

You see, its not very difficult, said Winterbourne. But I am afraid you are chaffing me. I think not, sir, remarked Mrs. Do, then, let me give you a row, he said to the young girl. Its quite lovely, the way you say that! It will be still more lovely to do it.

Yes, it would be lovely! But she made no movement to accompany him; she only stood there laughing. I should think you had better find out what time it is, interposed her mother. It is eleven oclock, madam, said a voice, with a foreign accent, out of the neighboring darkness; and Winterbourne, turning, perceived the florid personage who was in attendance upon the two ladies.

He had apparently just approached. Oh, Eugenio, said Daisy, I am going out in a boat! Eugenio bowed.

At eleven oclock, mademoiselle? I am going with Mr. Winterbournethis very minute. Do tell her she cant, said Mrs. Miller to the courier.

I think you had better not go out in a boat, mademoiselle, Eugenio declared. Winterbourne wished to Heaven this pretty girl were not so familiar with her courier; but he said nothing. Eugenio doesnt think anythings proper.

I am at your service, said Winterbourne. Does mademoiselle propose to go alone? Oh, no; with this gentleman! The courier looked for a moment at Winterbournethe latter thought he was smilingand then, solemnly, with a bow, As mademoiselle pleases! Oh, I hoped you would make a fuss! I dont care to go now. I myself shall make a fuss if you dont go, said Winterbourne. Thats all I wanta little fuss!

And the young girl began to laugh again. Randolph has gone to bed! Oh, Daisy; now we can go! Daisy turned away from Winterbourne, looking at him, smiling and fanning herself. Good night, she said; I hope you are disappointed, or disgusted, or something! He looked at her, taking the hand she offered him. I am puzzled, he answered. Well, I hope it wont keep you awake!

Winterbourne stood looking after them; he was indeed puzzled. He lingered beside the lake for a quarter of an hour, turning over the mystery of the young girls sudden familiarities and caprices. But the only very definite conclusion he came to was that he should enjoy deucedly going off with her somewhere. Two days afterward he went off with her to the Castle of Chillon.

He waited for her in the large hall of the hotel, where the couriers, the servants, the foreign tourists, were lounging about and staring. She came tripping downstairs, buttoning her long gloves, squeezing her folded parasol against her pretty figure, dressed in the perfection of a soberly elegant traveling costume. Winterbourne was a man of imagination and, as our ancestors used to say, sensibility; as he looked at her dress and, on the great staircase, her little rapid, confiding step, he felt as if there were something romantic going forward.


He could have believed he was going to elope with her. He passed out with her among all the idle people that were assembled there; they were all looking at her very hard; she had begun to chatter as soon as she joined him. Winterbournes preference had been that they should be conveyed to Chillon in a carriage; but she expressed a lively wish to go in the little steamer; she declared that she had a passion for steamboats.

There was always such a lovely breeze upon the water, and you saw such lots of people. The sail was not long, but Winterbournes companion found time to say a great many things. To the young man himself their little excursion was so much of an escapadean adventurethat, even allowing for her habitual sense of freedom, he had some expectation of seeing her regard it in the same way. But it must be confessed that, in this particular, he was disappointed.

Daisy Miller was extremely animated, she was in charming spirits; but she was apparently not at all excited; she was not fluttered; she avoided neither his eyes nor those of anyone else; she blushed neither when she looked at him nor when she felt that people were looking at her.

People continued to look at her a great deal, and Winterbourne took much satisfaction in his pretty companions distinguished air. He had been a little afraid that she would talk loud, laugh overmuch, and even, perhaps, desire to move about the boat a good deal. But he quite forgot his fears; he sat smiling, with his eyes upon her face, while, without moving from her place, she delivered herself of a great number of original reflections.

It was the most charming garrulity he had ever heard. Her conversation was chiefly of what metaphysicians term the objective cast, but every now and then it took a subjective turn.

What on earth are you so grave about? Am I grave? I had an idea I was grinning from ear to ear. You look as if you were taking me to a funeral. If thats a grin, your ears are very near together.

Should you like me to dance a hornpipe on the deck? Pray do, and Ill 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! Youre 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 hurriedthat they should linger and pause wherever they chose. The custodian interpreted the bargain generously Winterbourne, on his side, had been generousand ended by leaving them quite to themselves.

Miss Millers 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 32 Henry James the rugged embrasures of Chillon for asking Winterbourne sudden questions about himselfhis family, his previous history, his tastes, his habits, his intentionsand 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! I never saw a man that knew so much!

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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.

Dont you want to come and teach Randolph?

Winterbourne said that nothing could possibly please him so much, but that he unfortunately other occupations. Other occupations?

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! But a few moments later, when he was pointing out to her the pretty design of an antique fireplace, she broke out irrelevantly, You dont 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 youre horrid! Oh, dont say such dreadful things! The last! 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 33 Daisy Miller 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? Doesnt she give you a vacation in summer? Theres no one so hard worked but they can get leave to go off somewhere at this season.

I suppose, if you stay another day, shell 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.

Thats not a difficult promise to make, said Winterbourne. My aunt has taken an apartment in Rome for the winter and has already asked me to come and see her.

I dont want you to come for your aunt, said Daisy; I want you to come for me. And this was the only allusion that the young man was ever to hear her make to his invidious kinswoman.

He declared that, at any rate, he would certainly come. After this Daisy stopped teasing. Winterbourne took a carriage, and they drove back to Vevey in the dusk; the young girl was very quiet. In the evening Winterbourne mentioned to Mrs.

The Americansof the courier? Ah, happily, said Winterbourne, the courier stayed at home. She went with you all alone? All alone. Costello sniffed a little at her smelling bottle. And that, she exclaimed, is the young person whom you wanted me to know!

His aunt had been established there for several weeks, and he had received a couple of letters from her. Those people you were so devoted to last summer at Vevey have turned up here, courier and all, she wrote. They seem to have made several acquaintances, but the courier continues to be the most intime. The young lady, however, is also very intimate with some third-rate Italians, with whom she rackets about in a way that makes much talk.

Bring me that pretty novel of CherbuliezsPaule Mereand dont come later than the 23rd. In the natural course of events, Winterbourne, on arriving in Rome, would presently have ascertained Mrs. Millers address at the American bankers and have gone to pay his compliments to Miss Daisy. After what happened at Vevey, I think I may certainly call upon them, he said to Mrs. If, after what happensat Vevey and everywhereyou desire to keep up the acquaintance, you are very welcome. Of course a man may know everyone.

Men are welcome to the privilege! Pray what is it that happenshere, for instance? The girl goes about alone with her foreigners. As to what happens further, you must apply elsewhere for information.

She has picked up half a dozen of the regular Roman fortune hunters, and she takes them about to peoples houses. When she comes to a party 36 Henry James she brings with her a gentleman with a good deal of manner and a wonderful mustache.

And where is the mother? I havent the least idea. They are very dreadful people. Winterbourne meditated a moment. They are very ignorant very innocent only. Depend upon it they are not bad. They are hopelessly vulgar, said Mrs. Whether or no being hopelessly vulgar is being bad is a question for the metaphysicians.

They are bad enough to dislike, at any rate; and for this short life that is quite enough. The news that Daisy Miller was surrounded by half a dozen wonderful mustaches checked Winterbournes impulse to go straightway to see her.

He had, perhaps, not definitely flattered himself that he had made an ineffaceable impression upon her heart, but he was annoyed at hearing of a state of affairs so little in harmony with an image that had lately flitted in and out of his own meditations; the image of a very pretty girl looking out of an old Roman window and asking herself urgently when Mr.

Winterbourne would arrive. If, however, he determined to wait a little before reminding Miss Miller of his claims to her consideration, he went very soon to call upon two or three other friends. One of these friends was an American lady who had spent several winters at Geneva, where she had placed her children at school. She was a very accomplished woman, and she lived in the Via Gregoriana. Winterbourne found her in a little crimson drawing room on a third floor; the room was filled with southern sunshine.

He had not been there ten minutes when the servant came in, announcing Madame Mila! This announcement was presently followed by the entrance of little Randolph Miller, who stopped in the middle of the room and stood staring at Winterbourne. An instant later his pretty sister crossed the threshold; and then, after a considerable interval, Mrs. Miller slowly advanced.

I know you! How is your education coming on? Daisy was exchanging greetings very prettily with her hostess, but when she heard Winterbournes voice she quickly turned her head. Well, I declare!

I told you I should come, you know, Winterbourne rejoined, smiling. Well, I didnt believe it, said Miss Daisy. I am much obliged to you, laughed the young man. You might have come to see me! I arrived only yesterday. I dont believe tte that! Winterbourne turned with a protesting smile to her mother, but this lady evaded his glance, and, seating herself, fixed her eyes upon her son.

Weve got a bigger place than this, said Randolph. Its all gold on the walls. Miller turned uneasily in her chair. I told you if I were to bring you, you would say something! I told you! Randolph exclaimed. I tell you, sir! It is bigger, too! Daisy had entered upon a lively conversation with her hostess; Winterbourne judged it becoming to address a few words to her mother. I hope you have been well since we parted at Vevey, he said. Miller now certainly looked at himat his chin.

Not very well, sir, she answered. Shes got the dyspepsia, said Randolph. Ive got it too. Fathers got it. Ive got it most! This announcement, instead of embarrassing Mrs. Miller, seemed to relieve her. I suffer from the liver, she said. I think its this climate; its less bracing than Schenectady, especially in the winter season.

I dont know whether you know we reside at Schenectady. Davis, and I didnt believe I should. Oh, at Schenectady he stands first; they think everything of him.

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He has so much to do, and yet there was nothing he wouldnt do for me. He said he never saw anything like my dyspepsia, but he was bound to cure it. Im sure there was nothing he wouldnt try. He was just going to try something new when we came off. Miller wanted Daisy to see Europe for herself. But I wrote to Mr. Miller that it seems as if I couldnt get on without Dr. At Schenectady he stands at the very top; and theres a great deal of sickness there, too.

It affects my sleep. Winterbourne had a good deal of pathological gossip with Dr. Daviss patient, during which Daisy chattered unremittingly to her own companion. The young man asked Mrs. Miller how she was pleased with Rome. Well, I must say I am disappointed, she answered. We had heard so much about it; I suppose we had heard too much.

But we couldnt help that. We had been led to expect something different. Ah, wait a little, and you will become very fond of it, said Winterbourne. I hate it worse and worse every day! You are like the infant Hannibal, said Winterbourne. No, I aint! Randolph declared at a venture. You are not much like an infant, said his mother. But we have seen places, she resumed, that I should put a long way before Rome.

And in reply to Winterbournes interrogation, Theres Zurich, she concluded, I think Zurich is lovely; and we hadnt heard half so much about it. The best place weve seen is the City of Richmond! He means the ship, his mother explained. We crossed in that ship. Randolph had a good time on the City of Richmond.

Its the best place Ive seen, the child repeated. Only it was turned the wrong way. Miller with a little laugh.

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Winterbourne expressed the hope that her daughter at least found some gratification in Rome, and she declared that Daisy was quite carried away. Its on account of the societythe societys splendid. She goes round everywhere; she has made a great number of acquaintances.

Of course she goes round more than I do. I must say they have been very sociable; they have taken her right in. And then she knows a great many gentlemen. Oh, she thinks theres nothing like Rome. Of course, its a great deal pleasanter for a young lady if she knows plenty of gentlemen. By this time Daisy had turned her attention again to Winterbourne. Ive been telling Mrs.

Walker how mean you were! And what is the evidence you have offered? He remembered that a cynical compatriot had once told him that American womenthe pretty ones, and this gave a largeness to the axiomwere at once the most exacting in the world and the least endowed with a sense of indebtedness. Why, you were awfully mean at Vevey, said Daisy. You wouldnt do anything. You wouldnt stay there when I asked you. My dearest young lady, cried Winterbourne, with eloquence, have I come all the way to Rome to encounter your reproaches?

Just hear him say that! Did you ever hear anything so quaint? So quaint, my dear? Walker in the tone of a partisan of Winterbourne. Well, I dont know, said Daisy, fingering Mrs. Walkers ribbons. Walker, I want to tell you something. Mother-r, interposed Randolph, with his rough ends to his 40 Henry James words, I tell you youve got to go. Eugenioll raisesomething! Im not afraid of Eugenio, said Daisy with a toss of her head. Look here, Mrs.

Walker, she went on, you know Im coming to your party. I am delighted to hear it. Ive got a lovely dress! I am very sure of that.

But I want to ask a favorpermission to bring a friend. I shall be happy to see any of your friends, said Mrs. Walker, turning with a smile to Mrs. Oh, they are not my friends, answered Daisys mamma, smiling shyly in her own fashion. I never spoke to them. Its an intimate friend of mineMr. Giovanelli, said Daisy without a tremor in her clear little voice or a shadow on her brilliant little face. Walker was silent a moment; she gave a rapid glance at Winterbourne.

I shall be glad to see Mr. Giovanelli, she then said. Hes an Italian, Daisy pursued with the prettiest serenity.

Hes a great friend of mine; hes the handsomest man in the world except Mr. He knows plenty of Italians, but he wants to know some Americans. He thinks ever so much of Americans.

Hes tremendously clever. Hes perfectly lovely! It was settled that this brilliant personage should be brought to Mrs. Walkers party, and then Mrs. Miller prepared to take her leave. I guess well go back to the hotel, she said. You may go back to the hotel, Mother, but Im going to take a walk, said Daisy.

Shes going to walk with Mr. Giovanelli, Randolph proclaimed. I am going to the Pincio, said Daisy, smiling. Alone, my dearat this hour? Walker asked. The afternoon was drawing to a closeit was the hour for the throng of carriages and of contemplative pedestrians. I dont think its safe, my dear, said Mrs. Youll get the fever, as sure as you live.

Winterbourne then informs Daisy that he must go to Geneva the next day. Daisy feels disappointment and chaffs him, eventually asking him to visit her in Rome later that year. In Rome, Winterbourne and Daisy meet unexpectedly in the parlor of Mrs.

Walker, an American expatriate, whose moral values have adapted to those of Italian society. Rumors about Daisy meeting with young Italian gentlemen make her socially exceptionable under these criteria. Winterbourne learns of Daisy's increasing intimacy with a young Italian of questionable society, Giovanelli, as well as the growing scandal caused by the pair's behaviour.

Daisy is undeterred by the open disapproval of the other Americans in Rome, and her mother seems quite unaware of the underlying tensions. Winterbourne and Mrs. Walker attempt to persuade Daisy to separate from Giovanelli, but she refuses. One night, Winterbourne takes a walk through the Colosseum and sees a young couple sitting at its centre. He realises that they are Giovanelli and Daisy. Winterbourne, infuriated with Giovanelli, asks him how he could dare to take Daisy to a place where she runs the risk of catching " Roman Fever ".

Daisy says she does not care and Winterbourne leaves them. Daisy falls ill and dies a few days later. Key themes[ edit ] This novella serves as both a psychological description of the mind of a young woman and as an analysis of the traditional views of a society where she is a clear outsider. Henry James uses Daisy's story to discuss what he thinks Europeans and Americans believe about each other and more generally the prejudices common in any culture.

In a letter, James said that Daisy is the victim of a "social rumpus" that goes on either over her head or beneath her notice. Daisy is a flower in full bloom, without inhibitions and in the springtime of her life. Daisy contrasts sharply with Winterbourne. Flowers die in winter and this is precisely what happens to Daisy after catching the Roman Fever.One Sunday afternoon, having gone to St. He passed out with her among all the idle people that were assembled there.

The young lady glanced at him again. Winterbourne wished to Heaven this pretty girl were not so familiar with her courier. Winterbourne hesitated a moment.

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