Yet Mr. Dimmesdale would perhaps have seen this individual's character more perfectly, if a certain morbidness, to which sick hearts are liable, had not rendered him suspicious of all mankind. Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognise his enemy when the latter actually appeared. He therefore still kept up a familiar intercourse with him, daily receiving the old physician in his study; or visiting the laboratory, and, for recreation's sake, watching the processes by which weeds were converted into drugs of potency.
而丁梅斯代尔先生如果没有病人常有的某种病态，以致对整个人类抱着猜疑的态度的话，他或许会对此人的品性看得更充分些。由于他不把任何人视为可信赖的朋友，故此当敌人实际上已出现时，仍然辨认不出。所以，他依旧同老医生：随意倾谈，每天都在书斋中接待他；或者到他的实验室去拜访他，并且出于消遣的目的，在一旁观看他如何把药草制成有效的药剂。

One day, leaning his forehead on his hand, and his elbow on the sill of the open window, that looked towards the graveyard, he talked with Roger Chillingworth, while the old man was examining a bundle of unsightly plants.
一天，他用一只手支着前额，肘部垫在朝坟墓开着的窗子的窗台上，同罗杰·齐灵渥斯谈话，那老人正在检看一簇难看的植物。

"Where," asked he, with a look askance at them- for it was the clergyman's peculiarity that he seldom, nowadays, looked straight-forth at any object, whether human or inanimate- "where, my kind doctor, did you gather those herbs, with such a dark, flabby leaf?"
“在哪儿，”他斜眼看着那簇植物开口问道——最近牧师有个特点，他很少直视任何东西，不管是人还是无生命的——“我好心的朋友，你在哪儿搜集到的这些药草，叶子这么黝黑松软？”

"Even in the graveyard here at hand," answered the physician, continuing his employment. "They are new to me. I found them growing on a grave, which bore no tombstone, nor other memorial of the dead man, save these ugly weeds, that have taken upon themselves to keep him in remembrance. They grew out of his heart, and typify, it may be, some hideous secret that was buried with him, and which he had done better to confess during his lifetime."
“在这跟前的坟地里就有，”医生一边继续干他的活，一边回答。“我以前还没见过这种草。我是在一座坟墓上发现的。那座坟上没有墓碑，除去长着这种丑陋的野草也没有其它东西纪念死者。这种草是从死者的心里长出来的，或许是显示了某种随同死者一起埋葬的隐私，要是能在生前公开承认就好了。”

"Perchance," said Mr. Dimmesdale, "he earnestly desired it, but could not."
“也可能，”丁梅斯代尔先生说，“他诚心诚意地切望如此，但他办不到。” 

"And wherefore?" rejoined the physician. "Wherefore not; since all the powers of nature call so earnestly for the confession of sin, that these black weeds have sprung up out of a buried heart, to make manifest an unspoken crime?"
“那又为什么呢？”医生接口说。“既然一切自然力量都这么诚挚地要求仟侮罪过，连这些黑色杂草都从死者的心中生长出来，宣布了一桩没有说出口的罪行，为什么办不到呢？”