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"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 Winterbourne's impulse to go straightway to see her.
"We may meet often mayn't we? at Lady Winterbourne's or in the country? Couldn't we be friends? You don't know how often " She turned away her weary head a moment gathered strength to begin again " how often I have regretted last year. I see now that I behaved more unkindly" her voice was almost a whisper "than I thought then.
And then, on Winterbourne's affirmative reply "American men are the best," he declared. His companion thanked him for the compliment, and the child, who had now got astride of his alpenstock, stood looking about him, while he attacked a second lump of sugar. Winterbourne wondered if he himself had been like this in his infancy, for he had been brought to Europe at about this age.
There is no one weaker than I in the world. I must have strength to lean upon and a strength, pure at the core, that I can respect and follow. "Here in this nursing life of mine, I go in and out among people to the best of whom life is very real and simple and often, of course, very sad. And I am another being in it from what I was at Lady Winterbourne's. Everything looks differently to me.
"My dear!" she said, turning suddenly to Miss Raeburn, "have you heard what a monstrosity Alice has produced this last time in the way of a baby? It was born with four teeth!" Miss Raeburn's astonishment fitted the provocation, and the two old friends fell into a gossip on the subject of Lady Winterbourne's numerous family, which was clearly meant for a tête-
There's an easy way to settle it." She continued to glance at Winterbourne. "The Pincio is only a hundred yards distant; and if Mr. Winterbourne were as polite as he pretends, he would offer to walk with me!" Winterbourne's politeness hastened to affirm itself, and the young girl gave him gracious leave to accompany her.
In answer to Winterbourne's inquiries, his friend narrated that the pretty American girl prettier than ever was seated with a companion in the secluded nook in which the great papal portrait was enshrined. "Who was her companion?" asked Winterbourne. "A little Italian with a bouquet in his buttonhole.
"At Lady Winterbourne's. Aldous Raeburn was there. Your beautiful Socialist was very interesting and rather surprising. She talked of the advantages of wealth; said she had been converted by living among the poor had changed her mind, in fact, on many things. We were all much edified including Mr. Raeburn.
This little boy stepped forward and carefully selected three of the coveted fragments, two of which he buried in the pocket of his knickerbockers, depositing the other as promptly in another place. He poked his alpenstock, lance-fashion, into Winterbourne's bench and tried to crack the lump of sugar with his teeth.
She ran forward and took up a sheaf of cards, turning them over in a smiling excitement. "Viscount Maxwell," "Mr. Raeburn," "Miss Raeburn," "Lady Winterbourne and the Misses Winterbourne," two cards of Lord Winterbourne's all perfectly in form. Then a thought flashed upon her. "Of course it is his doing and I asked him!"
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