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"
Perchance
,
"
said
Mr.
Dimmesdale
,
"
he
earnestly
desired
it
,
but
could
not
.
"
"
And
wherefore
?
"
rejoined
the
physician
.
"
Wherefore
not
;
since
all
the
powers
of
nature
call
so
earnestly
for
the
confession
of
sin
,
that
these
black
weeds
have
sprung
up
out
of
a
buried
heart
,
to
make
manifest
,
an
outspoken
crime
?
"
"
That
,
good
sir
,
is
but
a
phantasy
of
yours
,
"
replied
the
minister
.
"
There
can
be
,
if
I
forbode
aright
,
no
power
,
short
of
the
Divine
mercy
,
to
disclose
,
whether
by
uttered
words
,
or
by
type
or
emblem
,
the
secrets
that
may
be
buried
in
the
human
heart
.
The
heart
,
making
itself
guilty
of
such
secrets
,
must
perforce
hold
them
,
until
the
day
when
all
hidden
things
shall
be
revealed
.
Nor
have
I
so
read
or
interpreted
Holy
Writ
,
as
to
understand
that
the
disclosure
of
human
thoughts
and
deeds
,
then
to
be
made
,
is
intended
as
a
part
of
the
retribution
.
That
,
surely
,
were
a
shallow
view
of
it
.
No
;
these
revelations
,
unless
I
greatly
err
,
are
meant
merely
to
promote
the
intellectual
satisfaction
of
all
intelligent
beings
,
who
will
stand
waiting
,
on
that
day
,
to
see
the
dark
problem
of
this
life
made
plain
.
A
knowledge
of
men
's
hearts
will
be
needful
to
the
completest
solution
of
that
problem
.
And
,
I
conceive
moreover
,
that
the
hearts
holding
such
miserable
secrets
as
you
speak
of
,
will
yield
them
up
,
at
that
last
day
,
not
with
reluctance
,
but
with
a
joy
unutterable
.
"
"
Then
why
not
reveal
it
here
?
"
asked
Roger
Chillingworth
,
glancing
quietly
aside
at
the
minister
.
"
Why
should
not
the
guilty
ones
sooner
avail
themselves
of
this
unutterable
solace
?
"
"
They
mostly
do
,
"
said
the
clergyman
,
griping
hard
at
his
breast
,
as
if
afflicted
with
an
importunate
throb
of
pain
.
"
Many
,
many
a
poor
soul
hath
given
its
confidence
to
me
,
not
only
on
the
death-bed
,
but
while
strong
in
life
,
and
fair
in
reputation
.
And
ever
,
after
such
an
outpouring
,
oh
,
what
a
relief
have
I
witnessed
in
those
sinful
brethren
!
even
as
in
one
who
at
last
draws
free
air
,
after
a
long
stifling
with
his
own
polluted
breath
.
How
can
it
be
otherwise
?
Why
should
a
wretched
man
--
guilty
,
we
will
say
,
of
murder
--
prefer
to
keep
the
dead
corpse
buried
in
his
own
heart
,
rather
than
fling
it
forth
at
once
,
and
let
the
universe
take
care
of
it
!
"
"
Yet
some
men
bury
their
secrets
thus
,
"
observed
the
calm
physician
.
"
True
;
there
are
such
men
,
"
answered
Mr.
Dimmesdale
.
"
But
not
to
suggest
more
obvious
reasons
,
it
may
be
that
they
are
kept
silent
by
the
very
constitution
of
their
nature
.
Or
--
can
we
not
suppose
it
?
--
guilty
as
they
may
be
,
retaining
,
nevertheless
,
a
zeal
for
God
's
glory
and
man
's
welfare
,
they
shrink
from
displaying
themselves
black
and
filthy
in
the
view
of
men
;
because
,
thenceforward
,
no
good
can
be
achieved
by
them
;
no
evil
of
the
past
be
redeemed
by
better
service
.
So
,
to
their
own
unutterable
torment
,
they
go
about
among
their
fellow-creatures
,
looking
pure
as
new-fallen
snow
,
while
their
hearts
are
all
speckled
and
spotted
with
iniquity
of
which
they
can
not
rid
themselves
.
"
"
These
men
deceive
themselves
,
"
said
Roger
Chillingworth
,
with
somewhat
more
emphasis
than
usual
,
and
making
a
slight
gesture
with
his
forefinger
.
"
They
fear
to
take
up
the
shame
that
rightfully
belongs
to
them
.
