“I must reveal the secret,” answered Hester, firmly.  “He must discern thee in thy true character.  What may be the result I know not.  But this long debt of confidence, due from me to him, whose bane and ruin I have been, shall at length be paid.  So far as concerns the overthrow or preservation of his fair fame and his earthly state, and perchance his life, he is in my hands.  Nor do I—­whom the scarlet letter has disciplined to truth, though it be the truth of red-hot iron entering into the soul—­nor do I perceive such advantage in his living any longer a life of ghastly emptiness, that I shall stoop to implore thy mercy.  Do with him as thou wilt!  There is no good for him, no good for me, no good for thee.  There is no good for little Pearl.  There is no path to guide us out of this dismal maze.”

“Woman, I could well-nigh pity thee,” said Roger Chillingworth, unable to restrain a thrill of admiration too, for there was a quality almost majestic in the despair which she expressed.  “Thou hadst great elements.  Peradventure, hadst thou met earlier with a better love than mine, this evil had not been.  I pity thee, for the good that has been wasted in thy nature.”

“And I thee,” answered Hester Prynne, “for the hatred that has transformed a wise and just man to a fiend!  Wilt thou yet purge it out of thee, and be once more human?  If not for his sake, then doubly for thine own!  Forgive, and leave his further retribution to the Power that claims it!  I said, but now, that there could be no good event for him, or thee, or me, who are here wandering together in this gloomy maze of evil, and stumbling at every step over the guilt wherewith we have strewn our path.  It is not so!  There might be good for thee, and thee alone, since thou hast been deeply wronged and hast it at thy will to pardon.  Wilt thou give up that only privilege?  Wilt thou reject that priceless benefit?”

“Peace, Hester—­peace!” replied the old man, with gloomy sternness—­“it is not granted me to pardon.  I have no such power as thou tellest me of.  My old faith, long forgotten, comes back to me, and explains all that we do, and all we suffer.  By thy first step awry, thou didst plant the germ of evil; but since that moment it has all been a dark necessity.  Ye that have wronged me are not sinful, save in a kind of typical illusion; neither am I fiend-like, who have snatched a fiend’s office from his hands.  It is our fate.  Let the black flower blossom as it may!  Now, go thy ways, and deal as thou wilt with yonder man.”

He waved his hand, and betook himself again to his employment of gathering herbs.

XV.  HESTER AND PEARL