But he isn't afraid of Eugenio.
Eugenio's a splendid courier, but he can't make much impression
on Randolph! I don't believe he'll go to bed before eleven."
It appeared that Randolph's vigil was in fact triumphantly prolonged,
for Winterbourne strolled about with the young girl for some
time without meeting her mother. "I have been looking round
for that lady you want to introduce me to," his companion resumed.
"She's your aunt." Then, on Winterbourne's admitting the fact
and expressing some curiosity as to how she had learned it,
she said she had heard all about Mrs. Costello from the chambermaid.
She was very quiet and very comme il faut; she wore white puffs;
she spoke to no one, and she never dined at the table d'hote.
Every two days she had a headache. "I think that's a lovely
description, headache and all!" said Miss Daisy, chattering along
in her thin, gay voice. "I want to know her ever so much.
I know just what YOUR aunt would be; I know I should like her.
She would be very exclusive. I like a lady to be exclusive;
I'm dying to be exclusive myself. Well, we ARE exclusive,
mother and I.
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