Winterbourne stopped, with a sort of horror, and, it must be added, with a sort of relief.  It was as if a sudden illumination had been flashed upon the ambiguity of Daisy’s behavior, and the riddle had become easy to read.  She was a young lady whom a gentleman need no longer be at pains to respect.  He stood there, looking at her—­ looking at her companion and not reflecting that though he saw them vaguely, he himself must have been more brightly visible.  He felt angry with himself that he had bothered so much about the right way of regarding Miss Daisy Miller.  Then, as he was going to advance again, he checked himself, not from the fear that he was doing her injustice, but from a sense of the danger of appearing unbecomingly exhilarated by this sudden revulsion from cautious criticism.  He turned away toward the entrance of the place, but, as he did so, he heard Daisy speak again.

“Why, it was Mr. Winterbourne!  He saw me, and he cuts me!”

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.