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Then
,
hiding
her
face
,
she
fled
from
him
and
vanished
beneath
the
sculptured
portal
.
As
Giovanni
followed
her
with
his
eyes
,
he
beheld
the
emaciated
figure
and
pale
intelligence
of
Dr
.
Rappaccini
,
who
had
been
watching
the
scene
,
he
knew
not
how
long
,
within
the
shadow
of
the
entrance
.
No
sooner
was
Guasconti
alone
in
his
chamber
than
the
image
of
Beatrice
came
back
to
his
passionate
musings
,
invested
with
all
the
witchery
that
had
been
gathering
around
it
ever
since
his
first
glimpse
of
her
,
and
now
likewise
imbued
with
a
tender
warmth
of
girlish
womanhood
.
She
was
human
;
her
nature
was
endowed
with
all
gentle
and
feminine
qualities
;
she
was
worthiest
to
be
worshipped
;
she
was
capable
,
surely
,
on
her
part
,
of
the
height
and
heroism
of
love
.
Those
tokens
which
he
had
hitherto
considered
as
proofs
of
a
frightful
peculiarity
in
her
physical
and
moral
system
were
now
either
forgotten
,
or
,
by
the
subtle
sophistry
of
passion
transmitted
into
a
golden
crown
of
enchantment
,
rendering
Beatrice
the
more
admirable
by
so
much
as
she
was
the
more
unique
.
Whatever
had
looked
ugly
was
now
beautiful
;
or
,
if
incapable
of
such
a
change
,
it
stole
away
and
hid
itself
among
those
shapeless
half
ideas
which
throng
the
dim
region
beyond
the
daylight
of
our
perfect
consciousness
.
Thus
did
he
spend
the
night
,
nor
fell
asleep
until
the
dawn
had
begun
to
awake
the
slumbering
flowers
in
Dr
.
Rappaccini
’
s
garden
,
whither
Giovanni
’
s
dreams
doubtless
led
him
.
Up
rose
the
sun
in
his
due
season
,
and
,
flinging
his
beams
upon
the
young
man
’
s
eyelids
,
awoke
him
to
a
sense
of
pain
.
When
thoroughly
aroused
,
he
became
sensible
of
a
burning
and
tingling
agony
in
his
hand
—
in
his
right
hand
—
the
very
hand
which
Beatrice
had
grasped
in
her
own
when
he
was
on
the
point
of
plucking
one
of
the
gemlike
flowers
.
On
the
back
of
that
hand
there
was
now
a
purple
print
like
that
of
four
small
fingers
,
and
the
likeness
of
a
slender
thumb
upon
his
wrist
.
Oh
,
how
stubbornly
does
love
,
—
or
even
that
cunning
semblance
of
love
which
flourishes
in
the
imagination
,
but
strikes
no
depth
of
root
into
the
heart
,
—
how
stubbornly
does
it
hold
its
faith
until
the
moment
comes
when
it
is
doomed
to
vanish
into
thin
mist
!
Giovanni
wrapped
a
handkerchief
about
his
hand
and
wondered
what
evil
thing
had
stung
him
,
and
soon
forgot
his
pain
in
a
reverie
of
Beatrice
.
After
the
first
interview
,
a
second
was
in
the
inevitable
course
of
what
we
call
fate
.
A
third
;
a
fourth
;
and
a
meeting
with
Beatrice
in
the
garden
was
no
longer
an
incident
in
Giovanni
’
s
daily
life
,
but
the
whole
space
in
which
he
might
be
said
to
live
;
for
the
anticipation
and
memory
of
that
ecstatic
hour
made
up
the
remainder
.
Nor
was
it
otherwise
with
the
daughter
of
Rappaccini
.
She
watched
for
the
youth
’
s
appearance
,
and
flew
to
his
side
with
confidence
as
unreserved
as
if
they
had
been
playmates
from
early
infancy
—
as
if
they
were
such
playmates
still
.
If
,
by
any
unwonted
chance
,
he
failed
to
come
at
the
appointed
moment
,
she
stood
beneath
the
window
and
sent
up
the
rich
sweetness
of
her
tones
to
float
around
him
in
his
chamber
and
echo
and
reverberate
throughout
his
heart
:
"
Giovanni
!
Giovanni
!
Why
tarriest
thou
?
Come
down
!
"
And
down
he
hastened
into
that
Eden
of
poisonous
flowers
.
But
,
with
all
this
intimate
familiarity
,
there
was
still
a
reserve
in
Beatrice
’
s
demeanor
,
so
rigidly
and
invariably
sustained
that
the
idea
of
infringing
it
scarcely
occurred
to
his
imagination
.
By
all
appreciable
signs
,
they
loved
;
they
had
looked
love
with
eyes
that
conveyed
the
holy
secret
from
the
depths
of
one
soul
into
the
depths
of
the
other
,
as
if
it
were
too
sacred
to
be
whispered
by
the
way
;
they
had
even
spoken
love
in
those
gushes
of
passion
when
their
spirits
darted
forth
in
articulated
breath
like
tongues
of
long
-
hidden
flame
;
and
yet
there
had
been
no
seal
of
lips
,
no
clasp
of
hands
,
nor
any
slightest
caress
such
as
love
claims
and
hallows
.
He
had
never
touched
one
of
the
gleaming
ringlets
of
her
hair
;
her
garment
—
so
marked
was
the
physical
barrier
between
them
—
had
never
been
waved
against
him
by
a
breeze
.
On
the
few
occasions
when
Giovanni
had
seemed
tempted
to
overstep
the
limit
,
Beatrice
grew
so
sad
,
so
stern
,
and
withal
wore
such
a
look
of
desolate
separation
,
shuddering
at
itself
,
that
not
a
spoken
word
was
requisite
to
repel
him
.
At
such
times
he
was
startled
at
the
horrible
suspicions
that
rose
,
monster
-
like
,
out
of
the
caverns
of
his
heart
and
stared
him
in
the
face
;
his
love
grew
thin
and
faint
as
the
morning
mist
,
his
doubts
alone
had
substance
.
But
,
when
Beatrice
’
s
face
brightened
again
after
the
momentary
shadow
,
she
was
transformed
at
once
from
the
mysterious
,
questionable
being
whom
he
had
watched
with
so
much
awe
and
horror
;
she
was
now
the
beautiful
and
unsophisticated
girl
whom
he
felt
that
his
spirit
knew
with
a
certainty
beyond
all
other
knowledge
.
A
considerable
time
had
now
passed
since
Giovanni
’
s
last
meeting
with
Baglioni
.
One
morning
,
however
,
he
was
disagreeably
surprised
by
a
visit
from
the
professor
,
whom
he
had
scarcely
thought
of
for
whole
weeks
,
and
would
willingly
have
forgotten
still
longer
.
Given
up
as
he
had
long
been
to
a
pervading
excitement
,
he
could
tolerate
no
companions
except
upon
condition
of
their
perfect
sympathy
with
his
present
state
of
feeling
.
Such
sympathy
was
not
to
be
expected
from
Professor
Baglioni
.
The
visitor
chatted
carelessly
for
a
few
moments
about
the
gossip
of
the
city
and
the
university
,
and
then
took
up
another
topic
.
"
I
have
been
reading
an
old
classic
author
lately
,
"
said
he
,
"
and
met
with
a
story
that
strangely
interested
me
.
Possibly
you
may
remember
it
.
It
is
of
an
Indian
prince
,
who
sent
a
beautiful
woman
as
a
present
to
Alexander
the
Great
.
She
was
as
lovely
as
the
dawn
and
gorgeous
as
the
sunset
;
but
what
especially
distinguished
her
was
a
certain
rich
perfume
in
her
breath
—
richer
than
a
garden
of
Persian
roses
.
Alexander
,
as
was
natural
to
a
youthful
conqueror
,
fell
in
love
at
first
sight
with
this
magnificent
stranger
;
but
a
certain
sage
physician
,
happening
to
be
present
,
discovered
a
terrible
secret
in
regard
to
her
.
"
