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The
unfortunate
physician
,
while
uttering
these
words
,
lifted
his
hands
with
a
look
of
horror
,
as
if
he
had
beheld
some
frightful
shape
,
which
he
could
not
recognise
,
usurping
the
place
of
his
own
image
in
a
glass
.
It
was
one
of
those
moments
--
which
sometimes
occur
only
at
the
interval
of
years
--
when
a
man
's
moral
aspect
is
faithfully
revealed
to
his
mind
's
eye
.
Not
improbably
he
had
never
before
viewed
himself
as
he
did
now
.
"
Hast
thou
not
tortured
him
enough
?
"
said
Hester
,
noticing
the
old
man
's
look
.
"
Has
he
not
paid
thee
all
?
"
"
No
,
no
!
He
has
but
increased
the
debt
!
"
answered
the
physician
,
and
as
he
proceeded
,
his
manner
lost
its
fiercer
characteristics
,
and
subsided
into
gloom
.
"
Dost
thou
remember
me
,
Hester
,
as
I
was
nine
years
agone
?
Even
then
I
was
in
the
autumn
of
my
days
,
nor
was
it
the
early
autumn
.
But
all
my
life
had
been
made
up
of
earnest
,
studious
,
thoughtful
,
quiet
years
,
bestowed
faithfully
for
the
increase
of
mine
own
knowledge
,
and
faithfully
,
too
,
though
this
latter
object
was
but
casual
to
the
other
--
faithfully
for
the
advancement
of
human
welfare
.
No
life
had
been
more
peaceful
and
innocent
than
mine
;
few
lives
so
rich
with
benefits
conferred
.
Dost
thou
remember
me
?
Was
I
not
,
though
you
might
deem
me
cold
,
nevertheless
a
man
thoughtful
for
others
,
craving
little
for
himself
--
kind
,
true
,
just
and
of
constant
,
if
not
warm
affections
?
Was
I
not
all
this
?
"
"
All
this
,
and
more
,
"
said
Hester
.
"
And
what
am
I
now
?
"
demanded
he
,
looking
into
her
face
,
and
permitting
the
whole
evil
within
him
to
be
written
on
his
features
.
"
I
have
already
told
thee
what
I
am
--
a
fiend
!
Who
made
me
so
?
"
"
It
was
myself
,
"
cried
Hester
,
shuddering
.
"
It
was
I
,
not
less
than
he
.
Why
hast
thou
not
avenged
thyself
on
me
?
"
"
I
have
left
thee
to
the
scarlet
letter
,
"
replied
Roger
Chillingworth
.
"
If
that
has
not
avenged
me
,
I
can
do
no
more
!
"
He
laid
his
finger
on
it
with
a
smile
.
"
It
has
avenged
thee
,
"
answered
Hester
Prynne
.
"
I
judged
no
less
,
"
said
the
physician
.
"
And
now
what
wouldst
thou
with
me
touching
this
man
?
"
