What a clever little reprobate she was, and how smartly she played
at injured innocence! But he wouldn't cut her. Winterbourne came
forward again and went toward the great cross. Daisy had got up;
Giovanelli lifted his hat. Winterbourne had now begun to think
simply of the craziness, from a
sanitary point of view, of a delicate
young girl lounging away the evening in this nest of malaria.
What if she WERE a clever little reprobate? that was no reason
for her dying of the perniciosa. "How long have you been here?"
he asked almost brutally.
Daisy, lovely in the
flattering
moonlight, looked at him a moment.
Then--"All the evening," she answered,
gently. * * * "I never saw
anything so pretty."
"I am afraid," said Winterbourne, "that you will not think
Roman fever very pretty. This is the way people catch it.
I wonder," he added, turning to Giovanelli, "that you,
a native Roman, should
countenance such a terrible indiscretion."
"Ah," said the handsome native, "for myself I am not afraid."
"Neither am I--for you! I am
speaking for this young lady."
Giovanelli lifted his well-shaped eyebrows and showed his
brilliant teeth.
But he took Winterbourne's
rebuke with docility. "I told the signorina it
was a grave indiscretion, but when was the signorina ever prudent?"
"I never was sick, and I don't mean to be!" the signorina declared.
"I don't look like much, but I'm healthy! I was bound to see the Colosseum
by
moonlight; I shouldn't have wanted to go home without that;
and we have had the most beautiful time, haven't we, Mr. Giovanelli?
If there has been any danger, Eugenio can give me some pills.
He has got some splendid pills."
"I should
advise you," said Winterbourne, "to drive home as fast
as possible and take one!"
"What you say is very wise," Giovanelli rejoined.
"I will go and make sure the
carriage is at hand."
And he went forward rapidly.
Daisy followed with Winterbourne. He kept looking at her;
she seemed not in the least embarrassed. Winterbourne said nothing;
Daisy chattered about the beauty of the place. "Well, I
HAVE seen the Colosseum by
moonlight!" she exclaimed.
"That's one good thing." Then, noticing Winterbourne's silence,
she asked him why he didn't speak. He made no answer;
he only began to laugh. They passed under one of the
dark archways; Giovanelli was in front with the
carriage.
Here Daisy stopped a moment, looking at the young American.
"DID you believe I was engaged, the other day?" she asked.
"It doesn't matter what I believed the other day,"
said Winterbourne, still laughing.
"Well, what do you believe now?"
"I believe that it makes very little difference whether you
are engaged or not!"
He felt the young girl's pretty eyes fixed upon him through
the thick gloom of the archway; she was
apparently going to answer.
But Giovanelli
hurried her forward. "Quick! quick!" he said;
"if we get in by
midnight we are quite safe."
Daisy took her seat in the
carriage, and the
fortunate Italian
placed himself beside her. "Don't forget Eugenio's pills!"
said Winterbourne as he lifted his hat.
"I don't care," said Daisy in a little strange tone, "whether I have Roman
fever or not!" Upon this the cab driver
cracked his whip, and they rolled
away over the desultory patches of the
antique pavement.
Winterbourne, to do him justice, as it were, mentioned to no one
that he had encountered Miss Miller, at
midnight, in the Colosseum
with a gentleman; but
nevertheless, a couple of days later, the fact
of her having been there under these circumstances was known to every
member of the little American
circle, and commented accordingly.
Winterbourne reflected that they had of course known it
at the hotel, and that, after Daisy's return, there had been
an exchange of remarks between the
porter and the cab driver.
But the young man was
conscious, at the same moment, that it had
ceased to be a matter of serious regret to him that the little
American flirt should be "talked about" by low-minded menials.
These people, a day or two later, had serious information to give:
the little American flirt was alarmingly ill. Winterbourne, when the
rumor came to him, immediately went to the hotel for more news.
He found that two or three
charitable friends had preceded him,
and that they were being entertained in Mrs. Miller's salon by Randolph.
"It's going round at night," said Randolph--"that's
what made her sick. She's always going round at night.