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Soon
there
emerged
from
under
a
sculptured
portal
the
figure
of
a
young
girl
,
arrayed
with
as
much
richness
of
taste
as
the
most
splendid
of
the
flowers
,
beautiful
as
the
day
,
and
with
a
bloom
so
deep
and
vivid
that
one
shade
more
would
have
been
too
much
.
She
looked
redundant
with
life
,
health
,
and
energy
;
all
of
which
attributes
were
bound
down
and
compressed
,
as
it
were
and
girdled
tensely
,
in
their
luxuriance
,
by
her
virgin
zone
.
Yet
Giovanni
’
s
fancy
must
have
grown
morbid
while
he
looked
down
into
the
garden
;
for
the
impression
which
the
fair
stranger
made
upon
him
was
as
if
here
were
another
flower
,
the
human
sister
of
those
vegetable
ones
,
as
beautiful
as
they
,
more
beautiful
than
the
richest
of
them
,
but
still
to
be
touched
only
with
a
glove
,
nor
to
be
approached
without
a
mask
.
As
Beatrice
came
down
the
garden
path
,
it
was
observable
that
she
handled
and
inhaled
the
odor
of
several
of
the
plants
which
her
father
had
most
sedulously
avoided
.
"
Here
,
Beatrice
,
"
said
the
latter
,
"
see
how
many
needful
offices
require
to
be
done
to
our
chief
treasure
.
Yet
,
shattered
as
I
am
,
my
life
might
pay
the
penalty
of
approaching
it
so
closely
as
circumstances
demand
.
Henceforth
,
I
fear
,
this
plant
must
be
consigned
to
your
sole
charge
.
"
"
And
gladly
will
I
undertake
it
,
"
cried
again
the
rich
tones
of
the
young
lady
,
as
she
bent
towards
the
magnificent
plant
and
opened
her
arms
as
if
to
embrace
it
.
"
Yes
,
my
sister
,
my
splendour
,
it
shall
be
Beatrice
’
s
task
to
nurse
and
serve
thee
;
and
thou
shalt
reward
her
with
thy
kisses
and
perfumed
breath
,
which
to
her
is
as
the
breath
of
life
.
"
Then
,
with
all
the
tenderness
in
her
manner
that
was
so
strikingly
expressed
in
her
words
,
she
busied
herself
with
such
attentions
as
the
plant
seemed
to
require
;
and
Giovanni
,
at
his
lofty
window
,
rubbed
his
eyes
and
almost
doubted
whether
it
were
a
girl
tending
her
favorite
flower
,
or
one
sister
performing
the
duties
of
affection
to
another
.
The
scene
soon
terminated
.
Whether
Dr
.
Rappaccini
had
finished
his
labors
in
the
garden
,
or
that
his
watchful
eye
had
caught
the
stranger
’
s
face
,
he
now
took
his
daughter
’
s
arm
and
retired
.
Night
was
already
closing
in
;
oppressive
exhalations
seemed
to
proceed
from
the
plants
and
steal
upward
past
the
open
window
;
and
Giovanni
,
closing
the
lattice
,
went
to
his
couch
and
dreamed
of
a
rich
flower
and
beautiful
girl
.
Flower
and
maiden
were
different
,
and
yet
the
same
,
and
fraught
with
some
strange
peril
in
either
shape
.
But
there
is
an
influence
in
the
light
of
morning
that
tends
to
rectify
whatever
errors
of
fancy
,
or
even
of
judgment
,
we
may
have
incurred
during
the
sun
’
s
decline
,
or
among
the
shadows
of
the
night
,
or
in
the
less
wholesome
glow
of
moonshine
.
Giovanni
’
s
first
movement
,
on
starting
from
sleep
,
was
to
throw
open
the
window
and
gaze
down
into
the
garden
which
his
dreams
had
made
so
fertile
of
mysteries
.
He
was
surprised
and
a
little
ashamed
to
find
how
real
and
matter
-
of
-
fact
an
affair
it
proved
to
be
,
in
the
first
rays
of
the
sun
which
gilded
the
dew
-
drops
that
hung
upon
leaf
and
blossom
,
and
,
while
giving
a
brighter
beauty
to
each
rare
flower
,
brought
everything
within
the
limits
of
ordinary
experience
.
The
young
man
rejoiced
that
,
in
the
heart
of
the
barren
city
,
he
had
the
privilege
of
overlooking
this
spot
of
lovely
and
luxuriant
vegetation
.
It
would
serve
,
he
said
to
himself
,
as
a
symbolic
language
to
keep
him
in
communion
with
Nature
.
Neither
the
sickly
and
thoughtworn
Dr
.
Giacomo
Rappaccini
,
it
is
true
,
nor
his
brilliant
daughter
,
were
now
visible
;
so
that
Giovanni
could
not
determine
how
much
of
the
singularity
which
he
attributed
to
both
was
due
to
their
own
qualities
and
how
much
to
his
wonder
-
working
fancy
;
but
he
was
inclined
to
take
a
most
rational
view
of
the
whole
matter
.
In
the
course
of
the
day
he
paid
his
respects
to
Signor
Pietro
Baglioni
,
professor
of
medicine
in
the
university
,
a
physician
of
eminent
repute
to
whom
Giovanni
had
brought
a
letter
of
introduction
.
The
professor
was
an
elderly
personage
,
apparently
of
genial
nature
,
and
habits
that
might
almost
be
called
jovial
.
He
kept
the
young
man
to
dinner
,
and
made
himself
very
agreeable
by
the
freedom
and
liveliness
of
his
conversation
,
especially
when
warmed
by
a
flask
or
two
of
Tuscan
wine
.
Giovanni
,
conceiving
that
men
of
science
,
inhabitants
of
the
same
city
,
must
needs
be
on
familiar
terms
with
one
another
,
took
an
opportunity
to
mention
the
name
of
Dr
.
Rappaccini
.
But
the
professor
did
not
respond
with
so
much
cordiality
as
he
had
anticipated
.
"
Ill
would
it
become
a
teacher
of
the
divine
art
of
medicine
,
"
said
Professor
Pietro
Baglioni
,
in
answer
to
a
question
of
Giovanni
,
"
to
withhold
due
and
well
-
considered
praise
of
a
physician
so
eminently
skilled
as
Rappaccini
;
but
,
on
the
other
hand
,
I
should
answer
it
but
scantily
to
my
conscience
were
I
to
permit
a
worthy
youth
like
yourself
,
Signor
Giovanni
,
the
son
of
an
ancient
friend
,
to
imbibe
erroneous
ideas
respecting
a
man
who
might
hereafter
chance
to
hold
your
life
and
death
in
his
hands
.
The
truth
is
,
our
worshipful
Dr
.
Rappaccini
has
as
much
science
as
any
member
of
the
faculty
—
with
perhaps
one
single
exception
—
in
Padua
,
or
all
Italy
;
but
there
are
certain
grave
objections
to
his
professional
character
.
"
