SLOWLY as the minister walked, he had almost gone by, before Hester Prynne could gather voice enough to attract his observation. At length, she succeeded.
"Arthur Dimmesdale!" she said, faintly at first; then louder, but hoarsely
: "Arthur Dimmesdale!"
"Who speaks?" answered the minister.
Gathering himself quickly up, he stood more erect
, like a man taken by surprise in a mood to which he was reluctant
to have witnesses
. Throwing his eyes anxiously in the direction of the voice, he indistinctly
beheld a form under the trees, clad in garments so, sombre
, and so little relieved from the grey twilight into which the clouded sky and the heavy foliage
had darkened the noontide
, that he knew not whether it were a woman or a shadow. It may be, that his pathway through life was haunted thus, by a spectre
that had stolen out from among his thoughts.
He made a step nigher, and discovered the scarlet letter.
"Hester! Hester Prynne!" said he. "Is it thou? Art thou in life?"
"Even so!" she answered. "In such life as has been mine these seven years past! And thou, Arthur Dimmesdale, dost thou yet live?"
It was no wonder that they thus questioned one another's actual and bodily existence
, and even doubted of their own. So strangely did they meet, in the dim wood, that it was like the first encounter
, in the world beyond the grave, of two spirits who had been intimately connected in their former life, but now stood coldly shuddering, in mutual dread
; as not yet familiar with their state, nor wonted to the companionship of disembodied
beings. Each a ghost, and awe
-stricken at the other ghost! They were awe-stricken likewise at themselves; because the crisis flung back to them their consciousness
, and revealed to each heart its history and experience, as life never does, except at such breathless epochs
. The soul beheld its features in the mirror of the passing moment. It was with fear, and tremulously
, and, as it were, by a slow, reluctant necessity, that Arthur Dimmesdale put forth his hand, chill as death, and touched the chill hand of Hester Prynne. The grasp
, cold as it was, took away what was dreariest in the interview. They now felt themselves, at least, inhabitants of the same sphere.