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"
Speedily
,
then
,
most
worshipful
professor
,
speedily
,
"
said
Giovanni
,
with
feverish
impatience
.
"
Does
not
your
worship
see
that
I
am
in
haste
?
"
Now
,
while
he
was
speaking
there
came
a
man
in
black
along
the
street
,
stooping
and
moving
feebly
like
a
person
in
inferior
health
.
His
face
was
all
overspread
with
a
most
sickly
and
sallow
hue
,
but
yet
so
pervaded
with
an
expression
of
piercing
and
active
intellect
that
an
observer
might
easily
have
overlooked
the
merely
physical
attributes
and
have
seen
only
this
wonderful
energy
.
As
he
passed
,
this
person
exchanged
a
cold
and
distant
salutation
with
Baglioni
,
but
fixed
his
eyes
upon
Giovanni
with
an
intentness
that
seemed
to
bring
out
whatever
was
within
him
worthy
of
notice
.
Nevertheless
,
there
was
a
peculiar
quietness
in
the
look
,
as
if
taking
merely
a
speculative
,
not
a
human
interest
,
in
the
young
man
.
"
It
is
Dr
.
Rappaccini
!
"
whispered
the
professor
when
the
stranger
had
passed
.
"
Has
he
ever
seen
your
face
before
?
"
"
Not
that
I
know
,
"
answered
Giovanni
,
starting
at
the
name
.
"
He
HAS
seen
you
!
he
must
have
seen
you
!
"
said
Baglioni
,
hastily
.
"
For
some
purpose
or
other
,
this
man
of
science
is
making
a
study
of
you
.
I
know
that
look
of
his
!
It
is
the
same
that
coldly
illuminates
his
face
as
he
bends
over
a
bird
,
a
mouse
,
or
a
butterfly
,
which
,
in
pursuance
of
some
experiment
,
he
has
killed
by
the
perfume
of
a
flower
;
a
look
as
deep
as
Nature
itself
,
but
without
Nature
’
s
warmth
of
love
.
Signor
Giovanni
,
I
will
stake
my
life
upon
it
,
you
are
the
subject
of
one
of
Rappaccini
’
s
experiments
!
"
"
Will
you
make
a
fool
of
me
?
"
cried
Giovanni
,
passionately
.
"
THAT
,
signor
professor
,
were
an
untoward
experiment
.
"
"
Patience
!
patience
!
"
replied
the
imperturbable
professor
.
"
I
tell
thee
,
my
poor
Giovanni
,
that
Rappaccini
has
a
scientific
interest
in
thee
.
Thou
hast
fallen
into
fearful
hands
!
And
the
Signora
Beatrice
,
—
what
part
does
she
act
in
this
mystery
?
"
But
Guasconti
,
finding
Baglioni
’
s
pertinacity
intolerable
,
here
broke
away
,
and
was
gone
before
the
professor
could
again
seize
his
arm
.
He
looked
after
the
young
man
intently
and
shook
his
head
.
