Roger Chillingworth stared hard at the other man's face. yes, but the injury or evil we can see is often only half the problem, sometimes it is the sickness of a man's soul that is the reason for his sick body. And then, how can a doctor help his patient to get better unless his pateint tells him what is troubling his soul?
no, not to you! cried mr. Dimmesdale, his eyes suddenly wild and bright. Only God can save a man whose sickness is a sickness of the soul! Let him do with me what he will! But who are you to involve yourself in this matter? Who are you to stand between a suffer and hid God?
And he ran angrily from the room.
Nothing is lost. We shall be friends again. But look how his passion takes hold of him! He has done a wild thing before now, this godly Mr. Dimmesdale, in the hot passion of his heart.
not long afterward, as expected, the young priest returned and apologized. He asked his friend to continue to care for him, and the doctor agreed tobdo so.
A few days after this, Mr. Dimmesdale falls asleep in his chair, while reading in his study. Later, Roger Chillingworth comes into the room and sees that the other man is sleeping. He steps forward, and pulls open the priest's shirt.
After a short pause, he turns away, but with what a wild look of wonder, joy, and horror!