ten
o’clock
Winterbourne was impatient to see her again , and he was vexed with himself that , by instinct , he should not appreciate her justly . Though he was impatient to see her , he hardly knew what he should say to her about his aunt 's refusal to become acquainted with her ; but he discovered , promptly enough , that with Miss Daisy Miller there was no great need of walking on tiptoe . He found her that evening in the garden , wandering about in the warm starlight like an indolent sylph , and swinging to and fro the largest fan he had ever beheld . It was ten o'clock . He had dined with his aunt , had been sitting with her since dinner , and had just taken leave of her till the morrow . Miss Daisy Miller seemed very glad to see him ; she declared it was the longest evening she had ever passed . `` Have you been all alone ? ''