One morning, several weeks later, Professor Baglioni visited Giovanni. «I was worried about you,» the older man said. «You have not come to your classes at the university for more than a month. Is something wrong?» Giovanni was not pleased to see his old friend. «No, nothing is wrong. I am fine, thank you.» He wanted Professor Baglioni to leave. But the old man took off his hat and sat down. «My dear Giovanni,» he said. «You must stay away from Rappaccini and his daughter. Her father has given her poison from the time she was a baby. The poison is in her blood and on her breath. If Rappaccini did this to his own daughter, what is he planning to do to you?» Giovanni covered his face with his hands. «Oh my God!» he cried. «Don’t worry,» the old man continued. «It is not too late to save you. And we may succeed in helping Beatrice, too. Do you see this little silver bottle? It holds a medicine that will destroy even the most powerful poison. Give it to your Beatrice to drink.» Professor Baglioni put the little bottle on the table and left Giovanni’s room. The young man wanted to believe that Beatrice was a sweet and innocent girl. And yet, Professor Baglioni’s words had put doubts in his heart.