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, approached Miss Miller,
looking sharply at her companion. "Oh, Eugenio!" said Miss
Miller with the friendliest accent.

Eugenio had looked at Winterbourne from head to foot;
he now bowed gravely to the young lady. "I have the honor
to inform mademoiselle that luncheon is upon the table."

Miss Miller slowly rose. "See here, Eugenio!" she said;
"I'm going to that old castle, anyway."

"To the Chateau de Chillon, mademoiselle?" the courier inquired.
"Mademoiselle has made arrangements?" he added in a tone which struck
Winterbourne as very impertinent.