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"
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
"
cackled
the
old
witch-lady
,
still
nodding
her
high
head-dress
at
the
minister
.
"
Well
,
well
!
we
must
needs
talk
thus
in
the
daytime
!
You
carry
it
off
like
an
old
hand
!
But
at
midnight
,
and
in
the
forest
,
we
shall
have
other
talk
together
!
"
She
passed
on
with
her
aged
stateliness
,
but
often
turning
back
her
head
and
smiling
at
him
,
like
one
willing
to
recognise
a
secret
intimacy
of
connexion
.
"
Have
I
then
sold
myself
,
"
thought
the
minister
,
"
to
the
fiend
whom
,
if
men
say
true
,
this
yellow-starched
and
velveted
old
hag
has
chosen
for
her
prince
and
master
?
"
The
wretched
minister
!
He
had
made
a
bargain
very
like
it
!
Tempted
by
a
dream
of
happiness
,
he
had
yielded
himself
with
deliberate
choice
,
as
he
had
never
done
before
,
to
what
he
knew
was
deadly
sin
.
And
the
infectious
poison
of
that
sin
had
been
thus
rapidly
diffused
throughout
his
moral
system
.
It
had
stupefied
all
blessed
impulses
,
and
awakened
into
vivid
life
the
whole
brotherhood
of
bad
ones
.
Scorn
,
bitterness
,
unprovoked
malignity
,
gratuitous
desire
of
ill
,
ridicule
of
whatever
was
good
and
holy
,
all
awoke
to
tempt
,
even
while
they
frightened
him
.
And
his
encounter
with
old
Mistress
Hibbins
,
if
it
were
a
real
incident
,
did
but
show
its
sympathy
and
fellowship
with
wicked
mortals
,
and
the
world
of
perverted
spirits
.
He
had
by
this
time
reached
his
dwelling
on
the
edge
of
the
burial
ground
,
and
,
hastening
up
the
stairs
,
took
refuge
in
his
study
.
The
minister
was
glad
to
have
reached
this
shelter
,
without
first
betraying
himself
to
the
world
by
any
of
those
strange
and
wicked
eccentricities
to
which
he
had
been
continually
impelled
while
passing
through
the
streets
.
He
entered
the
accustomed
room
,
and
looked
around
him
on
its
books
,
its
windows
,
its
fireplace
,
and
the
tapestried
comfort
of
the
walls
,
with
the
same
perception
of
strangeness
that
had
haunted
him
throughout
his
walk
from
the
forest
dell
into
the
town
and
thitherward
.
Here
he
had
studied
and
written
;
here
gone
through
fast
and
vigil
,
and
come
forth
half
alive
;
here
striven
to
pray
;
here
borne
a
hundred
thousand
agonies
!
There
was
the
Bible
,
in
its
rich
old
Hebrew
,
with
Moses
and
the
Prophets
speaking
to
him
,
and
God
's
voice
through
all
.
There
on
the
table
,
with
the
inky
pen
beside
it
,
was
an
unfinished
sermon
,
with
a
sentence
broken
in
the
midst
,
where
his
thoughts
had
ceased
to
gush
out
upon
the
page
two
days
before
.
He
knew
that
it
was
himself
,
the
thin
and
white-cheeked
minister
,
who
had
done
and
suffered
these
things
,
and
written
thus
far
into
the
Election
Sermon
!
But
he
seemed
to
stand
apart
,
and
eye
this
former
self
with
scornful
pitying
,
but
half-envious
curiosity
.
That
self
was
gone
.
Another
man
had
returned
out
of
the
forest
--
a
wiser
one
--
with
a
knowledge
of
hidden
mysteries
which
the
simplicity
of
the
former
never
could
have
reached
.
A
bitter
kind
of
knowledge
that
!
While
occupied
with
these
reflections
,
a
knock
came
at
the
door
of
the
study
,
and
the
minister
said
,
"
Come
in
!
"
--
not
wholly
devoid
of
an
idea
that
he
might
behold
an
evil
spirit
.
And
so
he
did
!
It
was
old
Roger
Chillingworth
that
entered
.
The
minister
stood
white
and
speechless
,
with
one
hand
on
the
Hebrew
Scriptures
,
and
the
other
spread
upon
his
breast
.
"
Welcome
home
,
reverend
sir
,
"
said
the
physician
"
And
how
found
you
that
godly
man
,
the
Apostle
Eliot
?
But
methinks
,
dear
sir
,
you
look
pale
,
as
if
the
travel
through
the
wilderness
had
been
too
sore
for
you
.
Will
not
my
aid
be
requisite
to
put
you
in
heart
and
strength
to
preach
your
Election
Sermon
?
"
