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I
--
a
man
of
thought
--
the
book-worm
of
great
libraries
--
a
man
already
in
decay
,
having
given
my
best
years
to
feed
the
hungry
dream
of
knowledge
--
what
had
I
to
do
with
youth
and
beauty
like
thine
own
?
Misshapen
from
my
birth-hour
,
how
could
I
delude
myself
with
the
idea
that
intellectual
gifts
might
veil
physical
deformity
in
a
young
girl
's
fantasy
?
Men
call
me
wise
.
If
sages
were
ever
wise
in
their
own
behoof
,
I
might
have
foreseen
all
this
.
I
might
have
known
that
,
as
I
came
out
of
the
vast
and
dismal
forest
,
and
entered
this
settlement
of
Christian
men
,
the
very
first
object
to
meet
my
eyes
would
be
thyself
,
Hester
Prynne
,
standing
up
,
a
statue
of
ignominy
,
before
the
people
.
Nay
,
from
the
moment
when
we
came
down
the
old
church-steps
together
,
a
married
pair
,
I
might
have
beheld
the
bale-fire
of
that
scarlet
letter
blazing
at
the
end
of
our
path
!
"
"
Thou
knowest
,
"
said
Hester
--
for
,
depressed
as
she
was
,
she
could
not
endure
this
last
quiet
stab
at
the
token
of
her
shame
--
"
thou
knowest
that
I
was
frank
with
thee
.
I
felt
no
love
,
nor
feigned
any
.
"
"
True
,
"
replied
he
.
"
It
was
my
folly
!
I
have
said
it
.
But
,
up
to
that
epoch
of
my
life
,
I
had
lived
in
vain
.
The
world
had
been
so
cheerless
!
My
heart
was
a
habitation
large
enough
for
many
guests
,
but
lonely
and
chill
,
and
without
a
household
fire
.
I
longed
to
kindle
one
!
It
seemed
not
so
wild
a
dream
--
old
as
I
was
,
and
sombre
as
I
was
,
and
misshapen
as
I
was
--
that
the
simple
bliss
,
which
is
scattered
far
and
wide
,
for
all
mankind
to
gather
up
,
might
yet
be
mine
.
And
so
,
Hester
,
I
drew
thee
into
my
heart
,
into
its
innermost
chamber
,
and
sought
to
warm
thee
by
the
warmth
which
thy
presence
made
there
!
"
"
I
have
greatly
wronged
thee
,
"
murmured
Hester
.
"
We
have
wronged
each
other
,
"
answered
he
.
"
Mine
was
the
first
wrong
,
when
I
betrayed
thy
budding
youth
into
a
false
and
unnatural
relation
with
my
decay
.
Therefore
,
as
a
man
who
has
not
thought
and
philosophised
in
vain
,
I
seek
no
vengeance
,
plot
no
evil
against
thee
.
Between
thee
and
me
,
the
scale
hangs
fairly
balanced
.
But
,
Hester
,
the
man
lives
who
has
wronged
us
both
!
Who
is
he
?
"
"
Ask
me
not
?
"
replied
Hester
Prynne
,
looking
firmly
into
his
face
.
"
That
thou
shalt
never
know
!
"
"
Never
,
sayest
thou
?
"
rejoined
he
,
with
a
smile
of
dark
and
self-relying
intelligence
.
"
Never
know
him
!
Believe
me
,
Hester
,
there
are
few
things
whether
in
the
outward
world
,
or
,
to
a
certain
depth
,
in
the
invisible
sphere
of
thought
--
few
things
hidden
from
the
man
who
devotes
himself
earnestly
and
unreservedly
to
the
solution
of
a
mystery
.
Thou
mayest
cover
up
thy
secret
from
the
prying
multitude
.
Thou
mayest
conceal
it
,
too
,
from
the
ministers
and
magistrates
,
even
as
thou
didst
this
day
,
when
they
sought
to
wrench
the
name
out
of
thy
heart
,
and
give
thee
a
partner
on
thy
pedestal
.
But
,
as
for
me
,
I
come
to
the
inquest
with
other
senses
than
they
possess
.
I
shall
seek
this
man
,
as
I
have
sought
truth
in
books
:
as
I
have
sought
gold
in
alchemy
.
There
is
a
sympathy
that
will
make
me
conscious
of
him
.
I
shall
see
him
tremble
.
I
shall
feel
myself
shudder
,
suddenly
and
unawares
.
Sooner
or
later
,
he
must
needs
be
mine
.
"
The
eyes
of
the
wrinkled
scholar
glowed
so
intensely
upon
her
,
that
Hester
Prynne
clasped
her
hand
over
her
heart
,
dreading
lest
he
should
read
the
secret
there
at
once
.
