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"
Giovanni
!
my
poor
Giovanni
!
"
answered
the
professor
,
with
a
calm
expression
of
pity
,
"
I
know
this
wretched
girl
far
better
than
yourself
.
You
shall
hear
the
truth
in
respect
to
the
poisoner
Rappaccini
and
his
poisonous
daughter
;
yes
,
poisonous
as
she
is
beautiful
.
Listen
;
for
,
even
should
you
do
violence
to
my
gray
hairs
,
it
shall
not
silence
me
.
That
old
fable
of
the
Indian
woman
has
become
a
truth
by
the
deep
and
deadly
science
of
Rappaccini
and
in
the
person
of
the
lovely
Beatrice
.
"
Giovanni
groaned
and
hid
his
face
"
Her
father
,
"
continued
Baglioni
,
"
was
not
restrained
by
natural
affection
from
offering
up
his
child
in
this
horrible
manner
as
the
victim
of
his
insane
zeal
for
science
;
for
,
let
us
do
him
justice
,
he
is
as
true
a
man
of
science
as
ever
distilled
his
own
heart
in
an
alembic
.
What
,
then
,
will
be
your
fate
?
Beyond
a
doubt
you
are
selected
as
the
material
of
some
new
experiment
.
Perhaps
the
result
is
to
be
death
;
perhaps
a
fate
more
awful
still
.
Rappaccini
,
with
what
he
calls
the
interest
of
science
before
his
eyes
,
will
hesitate
at
nothing
.
"
"
It
is
a
dream
,
"
muttered
Giovanni
to
himself
;
"
surely
it
is
a
dream
.
"
"
But
,
"
resumed
the
professor
,
"
be
of
good
cheer
,
son
of
my
friend
.
It
is
not
yet
too
late
for
the
rescue
.
Possibly
we
may
even
succeed
in
bringing
back
this
miserable
child
within
the
limits
of
ordinary
nature
,
from
which
her
father
’
s
madness
has
estranged
her
.
Behold
this
little
silver
vase
!
It
was
wrought
by
the
hands
of
the
renowned
Benvenuto
Cellini
,
and
is
well
worthy
to
be
a
love
gift
to
the
fairest
dame
in
Italy
.
But
its
contents
are
invaluable
.
One
little
sip
of
this
antidote
would
have
rendered
the
most
virulent
poisons
of
the
Borgias
innocuous
.
Doubt
not
that
it
will
be
as
efficacious
against
those
of
Rappaccini
.
Bestow
the
vase
,
and
the
precious
liquid
within
it
,
on
your
Beatrice
,
and
hopefully
await
the
result
.
"
Baglioni
laid
a
small
,
exquisitely
wrought
silver
vial
on
the
table
and
withdrew
,
leaving
what
he
had
said
to
produce
its
effect
upon
the
young
man
’
s
mind
.
"
We
will
thwart
Rappaccini
yet
,
"
thought
he
,
chuckling
to
himself
,
as
he
descended
the
stairs
;
"
but
,
let
us
confess
the
truth
of
him
,
he
is
a
wonderful
man
—
a
wonderful
man
indeed
;
a
vile
empiric
,
however
,
in
his
practice
,
and
therefore
not
to
be
tolerated
by
those
who
respect
the
good
old
rules
of
the
medical
profession
.
"
Throughout
Giovanni
’
s
whole
acquaintance
with
Beatrice
,
he
had
occasionally
,
as
we
have
said
,
been
haunted
by
dark
surmises
as
to
her
character
;
yet
so
thoroughly
had
she
made
herself
felt
by
him
as
a
simple
,
natural
,
most
affectionate
,
and
guileless
creature
,
that
the
image
now
held
up
by
Professor
Baglioni
looked
as
strange
and
incredible
as
if
it
were
not
in
accordance
with
his
own
original
conception
.
True
,
there
were
ugly
recollections
connected
with
his
first
glimpses
of
the
beautiful
girl
;
he
could
not
quite
forget
the
bouquet
that
withered
in
her
grasp
,
and
the
insect
that
perished
amid
the
sunny
air
,
by
no
ostensible
agency
save
the
fragrance
of
her
breath
.
These
incidents
,
however
,
dissolving
in
the
pure
light
of
her
character
,
had
no
longer
the
efficacy
of
facts
,
but
were
acknowledged
as
mistaken
fantasies
,
by
whatever
testimony
of
the
senses
they
might
appear
to
be
substantiated
.
There
is
something
truer
and
more
real
than
what
we
can
see
with
the
eyes
and
touch
with
the
finger
.
On
such
better
evidence
had
Giovanni
founded
his
confidence
in
Beatrice
,
though
rather
by
the
necessary
force
of
her
high
attributes
than
by
any
deep
and
generous
faith
on
his
part
.
But
now
his
spirit
was
incapable
of
sustaining
itself
at
the
height
to
which
the
early
enthusiasm
of
passion
had
exalted
it
;
he
fell
down
,
grovelling
among
earthly
doubts
,
and
defiled
therewith
the
pure
whiteness
of
Beatrice
’
s
image
.
Not
that
he
gave
her
up
;
he
did
but
distrust
.
He
resolved
to
institute
some
decisive
test
that
should
satisfy
him
,
once
for
all
,
whether
there
were
those
dreadful
peculiarities
in
her
physical
nature
which
could
not
be
supposed
to
exist
without
some
corresponding
monstrosity
of
soul
.
His
eyes
,
gazing
down
afar
,
might
have
deceived
him
as
to
the
lizard
,
the
insect
,
and
the
flowers
;
but
if
he
could
witness
,
at
the
distance
of
a
few
paces
,
the
sudden
blight
of
one
fresh
and
healthful
flower
in
Beatrice
’
s
hand
,
there
would
be
room
for
no
further
question
.
With
this
idea
he
hastened
to
the
florist
’
s
and
purchased
a
bouquet
that
was
still
gemmed
with
the
morning
dew
-
drops
.
