nted.

"Our courier says they take you right up to the castle," the young girl
continued. "We were going last week, but my mother gave out. She suffers
dreadfully from dyspepsia. She said she couldn't go. Randolph wouldn't
go either; he says he doesn't think much of old castles. But I guess
we'll go this week, if we can get Randolph."

"Your brother is not interested in ancient monuments?" Winterbourne
inquired, smiling.

"He says he don't care much about old castles. He's only nine. He
wants to stay at the hotel. Mother's afraid to leave him alone, and the
courier won't stay with him; so we haven't been to many places. But it
will be too bad if we don't go up there." And Miss Miller pointed again
at the Chateau de Chillon.

"I should think it might be arranged," said Winterbourne. "Couldn't you
get some one to stay for the afternoon with Randolph?"

Miss Miller looked at him a moment, and then, very placidly, "I wish YOU
would stay with him!" she said.

Winterbourne hesitated a moment. "I should much rather go to Chillon
with you."

"With me?" asked the young girl with the same placidity.

She didn't rise, blushing, as a young girl at Geneva would have done;
and yet Winterbourne, conscious that he had been very bold, thought
it possible she was offended. "With your mother," he answered very
respectfully.

But it seemed that both his audacity and his respect were lost upon Miss
Daisy Miller. "I guess my mother won't go, after all," she said. "She
don't like to ride round in the afternoon. But did you really mean what
you said just now--that you would like to go up there?"

"Most earnestly," Winterbourne declared.

"Then we may arrange it. If mother will stay with Randolph, I guess
Eugenio will."

"Eugenio?" the young man inquired.

"Eugenio's our courier. He doesn't like to stay with Randolph; he's the
most fastidious man I ever saw. But he's a splendid courier. I guess
he'll stay at home with Randolph if mother does, and then we can go to
the castle."

Winterbourne reflected for an instant as lucidly as possible--"we" could
only mean Miss Daisy Miller and himself. This program seemed almost too
agreeable for credence; he felt as if he ought to kiss the young lady's
hand. Possibly he would have done so and quite spoiled the project, but
at this moment another person, presumably Eugenio, appeared. A tall,
handsome man, with superb whiskers, wearing a velvet morning coat and
a brilliant watch chain, app