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It
came
to
pass
,
not
long
after
the
scene
above
recorded
,
that
the
Reverend
Mr.
Dimmesdale
,
noon-day
,
and
entirely
unawares
,
fell
into
a
deep
,
deep
slumber
,
sitting
in
his
chair
,
with
a
large
black-letter
volume
open
before
him
on
the
table
.
It
must
have
been
a
work
of
vast
ability
in
the
somniferous
school
of
literature
The
profound
depth
of
the
minister
's
repose
was
the
more
remarkable
,
inasmuch
as
he
was
one
of
those
persons
whose
sleep
ordinarily
is
as
light
as
fitful
,
and
as
easily
scared
away
,
as
a
small
bird
hopping
on
a
twig
.
To
such
an
unwonted
remoteness
,
however
,
had
his
spirit
now
withdrawn
into
itself
that
he
stirred
not
in
his
chair
when
old
Roger
Chillingworth
,
without
any
extraordinary
precaution
,
came
into
the
room
.
The
physician
advanced
directly
in
front
of
his
patient
,
laid
his
hand
upon
his
bosom
,
and
thrust
aside
the
vestment
,
that
hitherto
had
always
covered
it
even
from
the
professional
eye
.
Then
,
indeed
,
Mr.
Dimmesdale
shuddered
,
and
slightly
stirred
.
After
a
brief
pause
,
the
physician
turned
away
.
But
with
what
a
wild
look
of
wonder
,
joy
,
and
honor
!
With
what
a
ghastly
rapture
,
as
it
were
,
too
mighty
to
be
expressed
only
by
the
eye
and
features
,
and
therefore
bursting
forth
through
the
whole
ugliness
of
his
figure
,
and
making
itself
even
riotously
manifest
by
the
extravagant
gestures
with
which
he
threw
up
his
arms
towards
the
ceiling
,
and
stamped
his
foot
upon
the
floor
!
Had
a
man
seen
old
Roger
Chillingworth
,
at
that
moment
of
his
ecstasy
,
he
would
have
had
no
need
to
ask
how
Satan
comports
himself
when
a
precious
human
soul
is
lost
to
heaven
,
and
won
into
his
kingdom
.
But
what
distinguished
the
physician
's
ecstasy
from
Satan
's
was
the
trait
of
wonder
in
it
!
After
the
incident
last
described
,
the
intercourse
between
the
clergyman
and
the
physician
,
though
externally
the
same
,
was
really
of
another
character
than
it
had
previously
been
.
The
intellect
of
Roger
Chillingworth
had
now
a
sufficiently
plain
path
before
it
.
It
was
not
,
indeed
,
precisely
that
which
he
had
laid
out
for
himself
to
tread
.
Calm
,
gentle
,
passionless
,
as
he
appeared
,
there
was
yet
,
we
fear
,
a
quiet
depth
of
malice
,
hitherto
latent
,
but
active
now
,
in
this
unfortunate
old
man
,
which
led
him
to
imagine
a
more
intimate
revenge
than
any
mortal
had
ever
wreaked
upon
an
enemy
.
To
make
himself
the
one
trusted
friend
,
to
whom
should
be
confided
all
the
fear
,
the
remorse
,
the
agony
,
the
ineffectual
repentance
,
the
backward
rush
of
sinful
thoughts
,
expelled
in
vain
!
All
that
guilty
sorrow
,
hidden
from
the
world
,
whose
great
heart
would
have
pitied
and
forgiven
,
to
be
revealed
to
him
,
the
Pitiless
--
to
him
,
the
Unforgiving
!
All
that
dark
treasure
to
be
lavished
on
the
very
man
,
to
whom
nothing
else
could
so
adequately
pay
the
debt
of
vengeance
!
The
clergyman
's
shy
and
sensitive
reserve
had
balked
this
scheme
Roger
Chillingworth
,
however
,
was
inclined
to
be
hardly
,
if
at
all
,
less
satisfied
with
the
aspect
of
affairs
,
which
Providence
--
using
the
avenger
and
his
victim
for
its
own
purposes
,
and
,
perchance
,
pardoning
,
where
it
seemed
most
to
punish
--
had
substituted
for
his
black
devices
A
revelation
,
he
could
almost
say
,
had
been
granted
to
him
.
It
mattered
little
for
his
object
,
whether
celestial
or
from
what
other
region
.
By
its
aid
,
in
all
the
subsequent
relations
betwixt
him
and
Mr.
Dimmesdale
,
not
merely
the
external
presence
,
but
the
very
inmost
soul
of
the
latter
,
seemed
to
be
brought
out
before
his
eyes
,
so
that
he
could
see
and
comprehend
its
every
movement
.
He
became
,
thenceforth
,
not
a
spectator
only
,
but
a
chief
actor
in
the
poor
minister
's
interior
world
.
He
could
play
upon
him
as
he
chose
.
Would
he
arouse
him
with
a
throb
of
agony
?
The
victim
was
for
ever
on
the
rack
;
it
needed
only
to
know
the
spring
that
controlled
the
engine
:
and
the
physician
knew
it
well
.
Would
he
startle
him
with
sudden
fear
?
As
at
the
waving
of
a
magician
's
wand
,
up
rose
a
grisly
phantom
--
up
rose
a
thousand
phantoms
--
in
many
shapes
,
of
death
,
or
more
awful
shame
,
all
flocking
round
about
the
clergyman
,
and
pointing
with
their
fingers
at
his
breast
!
All
this
was
accomplished
with
a
subtlety
so
perfect
,
that
the
minister
,
though
he
had
constantly
a
dim
perception
of
some
evil
influence
watching
over
him
,
could
never
gain
a
knowledge
of
its
actual
nature
.
True
,
he
looked
doubtfully
,
fearfully
--
even
,
at
times
,
with
horror
and
the
bitterness
of
hatred
--
at
the
deformed
figure
of
the
old
physician
.
His
gestures
,
his
gait
,
his
grizzled
beard
,
his
slightest
and
most
indifferent
acts
,
the
very
fashion
of
his
garments
,
were
odious
in
the
clergyman
's
sight
;
a
token
implicitly
to
be
relied
on
of
a
deeper
antipathy
in
the
breast
of
the
latter
than
he
was
willing
to
acknowledge
to
himself
.
For
,
as
it
was
impossible
to
assign
a
reason
for
such
distrust
and
abhorrence
,
so
Mr.
