The stigma gone, Hester heaved a long, deep sigh, in which the burden of shame and anguish departed from her spirit.  O exquisite relief!  She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom!  By another impulse, she took off the formal cap that confined her hair, and down it fell upon her shoulders, dark and rich, with at once a shadow and a light in its abundance, and imparting the charm of softness to her features.  There played around her mouth, and beamed out of her eyes, a radiant and tender smile, that seemed gushing from the very heart of womanhood.  A crimson flush was glowing on her cheek, that had been long so pale.  Her sex, her youth, and the whole richness of her beauty, came back from what men call the irrevocable past, and clustered themselves with her maiden hope, and a happiness before unknown, within the magic circle of this hour.  And, as if the gloom of the earth and sky had been but the effluence of these two mortal hearts, it vanished with their sorrow.  All at once, as with a sudden smile of heaven, forth burst the sunshine, pouring a very flood into the obscure forest, gladdening each green leaf, transmuting the yellow fallen ones to gold, and gleaming adown the gray trunks of the solemn trees.  The objects that had made a shadow hitherto, embodied the brightness now.  The course of the little brook might be traced by its merry gleam afar into the wood’s heart of mystery, which had become a mystery of joy.

Such was the sympathy of Nature—­that wild, heathen Nature of the forest, never subjugated by human law, nor illumined by higher truth—­with the bliss of these two spirits!  Love, whether newly-born, or aroused from a death-like slumber, must always create a sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, that it overflows upon the outward world.  Had the forest still kept its gloom, it would have been bright in Hester’s eyes, and bright in Arthur Dimmesdale’s!

Hester looked at him with a thrill of another joy.

“Thou must know Pearl!” said she.  “Our little Pearl!  Thou hast seen her—­yes, I know it!—­but thou wilt see her now with other eyes.  She is a strange child!  I hardly comprehend her!  But thou wilt love her dearly, as I do, and wilt advise me how to deal with her!”

“Dost thou think the child will be glad to know me?” asked the minister, somewhat uneasily.  “I have long shrunk from children, because they often show a distrust—­a backwardness to be familiar with me.  I have even been afraid of little Pearl!”

“Ah, that was sad!” answered the mother.  “But she will love thee dearly, and thou her.  She is not far off.  I will call her.  Pearl!  Pearl!”

“I see the child,” observed the minister.  “Yonder she is, standing in a streak of sunshine, a good way off, on the other side of the brook.  So thou thinkest the child will love me?”

Hester smiled, and again called to Pearl, who was visible at some distance, as the minister had described her, like a bright-apparelled vision in a sunbeam, which fell down upon her through an arch of boughs.  The ray quivered to and fro, making her figure dim or distinct—­now like a real child, now like a child’s spirit—­as the splendour went and came again.  She heard her mother’s voice, and approached slowly through the forest.