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The
voice
which
had
called
her
attention
was
that
of
the
reverend
and
famous
John
Wilson
,
the
eldest
clergyman
of
Boston
,
a
great
scholar
,
like
most
of
his
contemporaries
in
the
profession
,
and
withal
a
man
of
kind
and
genial
spirit
.
This
last
attribute
,
however
,
had
been
less
carefully
developed
than
his
intellectual
gifts
,
and
was
,
in
truth
,
rather
a
matter
of
shame
than
self-congratulation
with
him
.
There
he
stood
,
with
a
border
of
grizzled
locks
beneath
his
skull-cap
,
while
his
grey
eyes
,
accustomed
to
the
shaded
light
of
his
study
,
were
winking
,
like
those
of
Hester
's
infant
,
in
the
unadulterated
sunshine
.
He
looked
like
the
darkly
engraved
portraits
which
we
see
prefixed
to
old
volumes
of
sermons
,
and
had
no
more
right
than
one
of
those
portraits
would
have
to
step
forth
,
as
he
now
did
,
and
meddle
with
a
question
of
human
guilt
,
passion
,
and
anguish
.
"
Hester
Prynne
,
"
said
the
clergyman
,
"
I
have
striven
with
my
young
brother
here
,
under
whose
preaching
of
the
Word
you
have
been
privileged
to
sit
"
--
here
Mr.
Wilson
laid
his
hand
on
the
shoulder
of
a
pale
young
man
beside
him
--
"
I
have
sought
,
I
say
,
to
persuade
this
godly
youth
,
that
he
should
deal
with
you
,
here
in
the
face
of
Heaven
,
and
before
these
wise
and
upright
rulers
,
and
in
hearing
of
all
the
people
,
as
touching
the
vileness
and
blackness
of
your
sin
.
Knowing
your
natural
temper
better
than
I
,
he
could
the
better
judge
what
arguments
to
use
,
whether
of
tenderness
or
terror
,
such
as
might
prevail
over
your
hardness
and
obstinacy
,
insomuch
that
you
should
no
longer
hide
the
name
of
him
who
tempted
you
to
this
grievous
fall
.
But
he
opposes
to
me
--
with
a
young
man
's
over-softness
,
albeit
wise
beyond
his
years
--
that
it
were
wronging
the
very
nature
of
woman
to
force
her
to
lay
open
her
heart
's
secrets
in
such
broad
daylight
,
and
in
presence
of
so
great
a
multitude
.
Truly
,
as
I
sought
to
convince
him
,
the
shame
lay
in
the
commission
of
the
sin
,
and
not
in
the
showing
of
it
forth
.
What
say
you
to
it
,
once
again
,
brother
Dimmesdale
?
Must
it
be
thou
,
or
I
,
that
shall
deal
with
this
poor
sinner
's
soul
?
"
There
was
a
murmur
among
the
dignified
and
reverend
occupants
of
the
balcony
;
and
Governor
Bellingham
gave
expression
to
its
purport
,
speaking
in
an
authoritative
voice
,
although
tempered
with
respect
towards
the
youthful
clergyman
whom
he
addressed
:
"
Good
Master
Dimmesdale
,
"
said
he
,
"
the
responsibility
of
this
woman
's
soul
lies
greatly
with
you
.
It
behoves
you
;
therefore
,
to
exhort
her
to
repentance
and
to
confession
,
as
a
proof
and
consequence
thereof
.
"
The
directness
of
this
appeal
drew
the
eyes
of
the
whole
crowd
upon
the
Reverend
Mr.
Dimmesdale
--
young
clergyman
,
who
had
come
from
one
of
the
great
English
universities
,
bringing
all
the
learning
of
the
age
into
our
wild
forest
land
.
His
eloquence
and
religious
fervour
had
already
given
the
earnest
of
high
eminence
in
his
profession
.
He
was
a
person
of
very
striking
aspect
,
with
a
white
,
lofty
,
and
impending
brow
;
large
,
brown
,
melancholy
eyes
,
and
a
mouth
which
,
unless
when
he
forcibly
compressed
it
,
was
apt
to
be
tremulous
,
expressing
both
nervous
sensibility
and
a
vast
power
of
self
restraint
.
Notwithstanding
his
high
native
gifts
and
scholar-like
attainments
,
there
was
an
air
about
this
young
minister
--
an
apprehensive
,
a
startled
,
a
half-frightened
look
--
as
of
a
being
who
felt
himself
quite
astray
,
and
at
a
loss
in
the
pathway
of
human
existence
,
and
could
only
be
at
ease
in
some
seclusion
of
his
own
.
Therefore
,
so
far
as
his
duties
would
permit
,
he
trod
in
the
shadowy
by-paths
,
and
thus
kept
himself
simple
and
childlike
,
coming
forth
,
when
occasion
was
,
with
a
freshness
,
and
fragrance
,
and
dewy
purity
of
thought
,
which
,
as
many
people
said
,
affected
them
like
tile
speech
of
an
angel
.
Such
was
the
young
man
whom
the
Reverend
Mr.
Wilson
and
the
Governor
had
introduced
so
openly
to
the
public
notice
,
bidding
him
speak
,
in
the
hearing
of
all
men
,
to
that
mystery
of
a
woman
's
soul
,
so
sacred
even
in
its
pollution
.
The
trying
nature
of
his
position
drove
the
blood
from
his
cheek
,
and
made
his
lips
tremulous
.
"
Speak
to
the
woman
,
my
brother
,
"
said
Mr.
Wilson
.
"
It
is
of
moment
to
her
soul
,
and
,
therefore
,
as
the
worshipful
Governor
says
,
momentous
to
thine
own
,
ill
whose
charge
hers
is
.
Exhort
her
to
confess
the
truth
!
"
The
Reverend
Mr.
Dimmesdale
bent
his
head
,
silent
prayer
,
as
it
seemed
,
and
then
came
forward
.
