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"
And
what
are
they
?
"
asked
the
young
man
.
"
Has
my
friend
Giovanni
any
disease
of
body
or
heart
,
that
he
is
so
inquisitive
about
physicians
?
"
said
the
professor
,
with
a
smile
.
"
But
as
for
Rappaccini
,
it
is
said
of
him
—
and
I
,
who
know
the
man
well
,
can
answer
for
its
truth
—
that
he
cares
infinitely
more
for
science
than
for
mankind
.
His
patients
are
interesting
to
him
only
as
subjects
for
some
new
experiment
.
He
would
sacrifice
human
life
,
his
own
among
the
rest
,
or
whatever
else
was
dearest
to
him
,
for
the
sake
of
adding
so
much
as
a
grain
of
mustard
seed
to
the
great
heap
of
his
accumulated
knowledge
.
"
"
Methinks
he
is
an
awful
man
indeed
,
"
remarked
Guasconti
,
mentally
recalling
the
cold
and
purely
intellectual
aspect
of
Rappaccini
.
"
And
yet
,
worshipful
professor
,
is
it
not
a
noble
spirit
?
Are
there
many
men
capable
of
so
spiritual
a
love
of
science
?
"
"
God
forbid
,
"
answered
the
professor
,
somewhat
testily
;
"
at
least
,
unless
they
take
sounder
views
of
the
healing
art
than
those
adopted
by
Rappaccini
.
It
is
his
theory
that
all
medicinal
virtues
are
comprised
within
those
substances
which
we
term
vegetable
poisons
.
These
he
cultivates
with
his
own
hands
,
and
is
said
even
to
have
produced
new
varieties
of
poison
,
more
horribly
deleterious
than
Nature
,
without
the
assistance
of
this
learned
person
,
would
ever
have
plagued
the
world
withal
.
That
the
signor
doctor
does
less
mischief
than
might
be
expected
with
such
dangerous
substances
is
undeniable
.
Now
and
then
,
it
must
be
owned
,
he
has
effected
,
or
seemed
to
effect
,
a
marvellous
cure
;
but
,
to
tell
you
my
private
mind
,
Signor
Giovanni
,
he
should
receive
little
credit
for
such
instances
of
success
,
—
they
being
probably
the
work
of
chance
,
—
but
should
be
held
strictly
accountable
for
his
failures
,
which
may
justly
be
considered
his
own
work
.
"
The
youth
might
have
taken
Baglioni
’
s
opinions
with
many
grains
of
allowance
had
he
known
that
there
was
a
professional
warfare
of
long
continuance
between
him
and
Dr
.
Rappaccini
,
in
which
the
latter
was
generally
thought
to
have
gained
the
advantage
.
If
the
reader
be
inclined
to
judge
for
himself
,
we
refer
him
to
certain
black
-
letter
tracts
on
both
sides
,
preserved
in
the
medical
department
of
the
University
of
Padua
.
"
I
know
not
,
most
learned
professor
,
"
returned
Giovanni
,
after
musing
on
what
had
been
said
of
Rappaccini
’
s
exclusive
zeal
for
science
,
—
"
I
know
not
how
dearly
this
physician
may
love
his
art
;
but
surely
there
is
one
object
more
dear
to
him
.
He
has
a
daughter
.
"
"
Aha
!
"
cried
the
professor
,
with
a
laugh
.
"
So
now
our
friend
Giovanni
’
s
secret
is
out
.
You
have
heard
of
this
daughter
,
whom
all
the
young
men
in
Padua
are
wild
about
,
though
not
half
a
dozen
have
ever
had
the
good
hap
to
see
her
face
.
I
know
little
of
the
Signora
Beatrice
save
that
Rappaccini
is
said
to
have
instructed
her
deeply
in
his
science
,
and
that
,
young
and
beautiful
as
fame
reports
her
,
she
is
already
qualified
to
fill
a
professor
’
s
chair
.
Perchance
her
father
destines
her
for
mine
!
Other
absurd
rumors
there
be
,
not
worth
talking
about
or
listening
to
.
So
now
,
Signor
Giovanni
,
drink
off
your
glass
of
lachryma
.
"
Guasconti
returned
to
his
lodgings
somewhat
heated
with
the
wine
he
had
quaffed
,
and
which
caused
his
brain
to
swim
with
strange
fantasies
in
reference
to
Dr
.
Rappaccini
and
the
beautiful
Beatrice
.
On
his
way
,
happening
to
pass
by
a
florist
’
s
,
he
bought
a
fresh
bouquet
of
flowers
.
Ascending
to
his
chamber
,
he
seated
himself
near
the
window
,
but
within
the
shadow
thrown
by
the
depth
of
the
wall
,
so
that
he
could
look
down
into
the
garden
with
little
risk
of
being
discovered
.
All
beneath
his
eye
was
a
solitude
.
The
strange
plants
were
basking
in
the
sunshine
,
and
now
and
then
nodding
gently
to
one
another
,
as
if
in
acknowledgment
of
sympathy
and
kindred
.
