"You see, it's not very difficult," said Winterbourne. "But I am afraid you are chaffing me."
"I think not, sir," remarked Mrs. Miller, very gently.
"Do, then, let me give you a row," he said to the young girl.
"It's quite lovely, the way you say that!" cried Daisy.
"It will be still more lovely to do it."
"Yes, it would be lovely!" said Daisy. 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 o'clock, 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 o'clock, mademoiselle?"
"I am going with Mr. Winterbourne—this very minute."
"Do tell her she can't," said Mrs. Miller to the courier.
