HesterPrynnewentonedaytothemansionofGovernorBellingham,withapairofgloveswhichshehadfringedandembroideredtohisorder,andwhichweretobewornonsomegreatoccasionofstate;for,thoughthechancesofapopularelectionhadcausedthisformerrulertodescendasteportwofromthehighestrank,hestillheldanhonourableandinfluentialplaceamongthecolonialmagistracy. Anotherandfarmoreimportantreasonthanthedeliveryofapairofembroideredgloves,impelledHester,atthistime,toseekaninterviewwithapersonageofsomuchpowerandactivityintheaffairsofthesettlement. Ithadreachedherearsthattherewasadesignonthepartofsomeoftheleadinginhabitants,cherishingthemorerigidorderofprinciplesinreligionandgovernment,todepriveherofherchild. OnthesuppositionthatPearl,asalreadyhinted,wasofdemonorigin,thesegoodpeoplenotunreasonablyarguedthataChristianinterestinthemother’ssoulrequiredthemtoremovesuchastumbling–blockfromherpath. Ifthechild,ontheotherhand,werereallycapableofmoralandreligiousgrowth,andpossessedtheelementsofultimatesalvation,then,surely,itwouldenjoyallthefairerprospectoftheseadvantagesbybeingtransferredtowiserandbetterguardianshipthanHesterPrynne’s. Amongthosewhopromotedthedesign,GovernorBellinghamwassaidtobeoneofthemostbusy. Itmayappearsingular,and,indeed,notalittleludicrous,thatanaffairofthiskind,whichinlaterdayswouldhavebeenreferredtonohigherjurisdictionthanthatoftheselectmenofthetown,shouldthenhavebeenaquestionpubliclydiscussed,andonwhichstatesmenofeminencetooksides. Atthatepochofpristinesimplicity,however,mattersofevenslighterpublicinterest,andoffarlessintrinsicweightthanthewelfareofHesterandherchild,werestrangelymixedupwiththedeliberationsoflegislatorsandactsofstate. Theperiodwashardly,ifatall,earlierthanthatofourstory,whenadisputeconcerningtherightofpropertyinapignotonlycausedafierceandbittercontestinthelegislativebodyofthecolony,butresultedinanimportantmodificationoftheframeworkitselfofthelegislature. Fullofconcern,therefore—butsoconsciousofherownrightthatitseemedscarcelyanunequalmatchbetweenthepublicontheoneside,andalonelywoman,backedbythesympathiesofnature,ontheother—HesterPrynnesetforthfromhersolitarycottage. LittlePearl,ofcourse,washercompanion. Shewasnowofanagetorunlightlyalongbyhermother’sside,and,constantlyinmotionfrommorntillsunset,couldhaveaccomplishedamuchlongerjourneythanthatbeforeher. Often,nevertheless,morefromcapricethannecessity,shedemandedtobetakenupinarms;butwassoonasimperioustobeletdownagain,andfriskedonwardbeforeHesteronthegrassypathway,withmanyaharmlesstripandtumble. WehavespokenofPearl’srichandluxuriantbeauty—abeautythatshonewithdeepandvividtints,abrightcomplexion,eyespossessingintensitybothofdepthandglow,andhairalreadyofadeep,glossybrown,andwhich,inafteryears,wouldbenearlyakintoblack. Therewasfireinherandthroughouther:sheseemedtheunpremeditatedoffshootofapassionatemoment. Hermother,incontrivingthechild’sgarb,hadallowedthegorgeoustendenciesofherimaginationtheirfullplay,arrayingherinacrimsonvelvettunicofapeculiarcut,abundantlyembroideredinfantasiesandflourishesofgoldthread. Somuchstrengthofcolouring,whichmusthavegivenawanandpallidaspecttocheeksofafainterbloom,wasadmirablyadaptedtoPearl’sbeauty,andmadehertheverybrightestlittlejetofflamethateverdancedupontheearth. Butitwasaremarkableattributeofthisgarb,andindeed,ofthechild’swholeappearance,thatitirresistiblyandinevitablyremindedthebeholderofthetokenwhichHesterPrynnewasdoomedtowearuponherbosom. Itwasthescarletletterinanotherform:thescarletletterendowedwithlife! Themotherherself—asiftheredignominyweresodeeplyscorchedintoherbrainthatallherconceptionsassumeditsform—hadcarefullywroughtoutthesimilitude,lavishingmanyhoursofmorbidingenuitytocreateananalogybetweentheobjectofheraffectionandtheemblemofherguiltandtorture. But,intruth,Pearlwastheoneaswellastheother;andonlyinconsequenceofthatidentityhadHestercontrivedsoperfectlytorepresentthescarletletterinherappearance. Asthetwowayfarerscamewithintheprecinctsofthetown,thechildrenofthePuritanslookedupfromtheirplayerwhatpassedforplaywiththosesombrelittleurchins—andspokegravelyonetoanother “Behold,verily,thereisthewomanofthescarletletter:andofatruth,moreover,thereisthelikenessofthescarletletterrunningalongbyherside! Come,therefore,andletusflingmudatthem!” ButPearl,whowasadauntlesschild,afterfrowning,stampingherfoot,andshakingherlittlehandwithavarietyofthreateninggestures,suddenlymadearushattheknotofherenemies,andputthemalltoflight. Sheresembled,inherfiercepursuitofthem,aninfantpestilence—thescarletfever,orsomesuchhalf–fledgedangelofjudgment—whosemissionwastopunishthesinsoftherisinggeneration. Shescreamedandshouted,too,withaterrificvolumeofsound,which,doubtless,causedtheheartsofthefugitivestoquakewithinthem. Thevictoryaccomplished,Pearlreturnedquietlytohermother,andlookedup,smiling,intoherface. Withoutfurtheradventure,theyreachedthedwellingofGovernorBellingham. Thiswasalargewoodenhouse,builtinafashionofwhichtherearespecimensstillextantinthestreetsofouroldertownsnowmoss—grown,crumblingtodecay,andmelancholyatheartwiththemanysorrowfulorjoyfuloccurrences,rememberedorforgotten,thathavehappenedandpassedawaywithintheirduskychambers. Then,however,therewasthefreshnessofthepassingyearonitsexterior,andthecheerfulness,gleamingforthfromthesunnywindows,ofahumanhabitation,intowhichdeathhadneverentered. Ithad,indeed,averycheeryaspect,thewallsbeingoverspreadwithakindofstucco,inwhichfragmentsofbrokenglasswereplentifullyintermixed;sothat,whenthesunshinefellaslant–wiseoverthefrontoftheedifice,itglitteredandsparkledasifdiamondshadbeenflungagainstitbythedoublehandful. ThebrilliancymighthavebefittedAladdin’spalaceratherthanthemansionofagraveoldPuritanruler. Itwasfurtherdecoratedwithstrangeandseeminglycabalisticfiguresanddiagrams,suitabletothequainttasteoftheagewhichhadbeendrawninthestucco,whennewlylaidon,andhadnowgrownhardanddurable,fortheadmirationofaftertimes. Pearl,lookingatthisbrightwonderofahousebegantocaperanddance,andimperativelyrequiredthatthewholebreadthofsunshineshouldbestrippedoffitsfront,andgivenhertoplaywith. “No,mylittlePearl!”saidhermother;“thoumustgatherthineownsunshine.Ihavenonetogivethee!” Theyapproachedthedoor,whichwasofanarchedform,andflankedoneachsidebyanarrowtowerorprojectionoftheedifice,inbothofwhichwerelattice–windows,thewoodenshutterstocloseoverthematneed. Liftingtheironhammerthathungattheportal,HesterPrynnegaveasummons,whichwasansweredbyoneoftheGovernor’sbondservant—afree–bornEnglishman,butnowasevenyears’slave. Duringthattermhewastobethepropertyofhismaster,andasmuchacommodityofbargainandsaleasanox,orajoint–stool. Theserfworethecustomarygarbofserving–menatthatperiod,andlongbefore,intheoldhereditaryhallsofEngland. “IstheworshipfulGovernorBellinghamwithin?”InquiredHester. “Yea,forsooth,”repliedthebond–servant,staringwithwide–openeyesatthescarletletter,which,beinganew–comerinthecountry,hehadneverbeforeseen.“Yea,hishonourableworshipiswithin. Buthehathagodlyministerortwowithhim,andlikewisealeech.Yemaynotseehisworshipnow.” “Nevertheless,Iwillenter,”answeredHesterPrynne;andthebond–servant,perhapsjudgingfromthedecisionofherair,andtheglitteringsymbolinherbosom,thatshewasagreatladyintheland,offerednoopposition. SothemotherandlittlePearlwereadmittedintothehallofentrance. Withmanyvariations,suggestedbythenatureofhisbuildingmaterials,diversityofclimate,andadifferentmodeofsociallife,GovernorBellinghamhadplannedhisnewhabitationaftertheresidencesofgentlemenoffairestateinhisnativeland. Here,then,wasawideandreasonablyloftyhall,extendingthroughthewholedepthofthehouse,andformingamediumofgeneralcommunication,moreorlessdirectly,withalltheotherapartments. Atoneextremity,thisspaciousroomwaslightedbythewindowsofthetwotowers,whichformedasmallrecessoneithersideoftheportal. Attheotherend,thoughpartlymuffledbyacurtain,itwasmorepowerfullyilluminatedbyoneofthoseembowedhallwindowswhichwereadofinoldbooks,andwhichwasprovidedwithadeepandcushionseat. Here,onthecushion,layafoliotome,probablyoftheChroniclesofEngland,orothersuchsubstantialliterature;evenas,inourowndays,wescattergildedvolumesonthecentretable,tobeturnedoverbythecasualguest. Thefurnitureofthehallconsistedofsomeponderouschairs,thebacksofwhichwereelaboratelycarvedwithwreathsofoakenflowers;andlikewiseatableinthesametaste,thewholebeingoftheElizabethanage,orperhapsearlier,andheirlooms,transferredhitherfromtheGovernor’spaternalhome. Onthetable—intokenthatthesentimentofoldEnglishhospitalityhadnotbeenleftbehind—stoodalargepewtertankard,atthebottomofwhich,hadHesterorPearlpeepedintoit,theymighthaveseenthefrothyremnantofarecentdraughtofale. Onthewallhungarowofportraits,representingtheforefathersoftheBellinghamlineage,somewitharmourontheirbreasts,andotherswithstatelyruffsandrobesofpeace. Allwerecharacterisedbythesternnessandseveritywhicholdportraitssoinvariablyputon,asiftheyweretheghosts,ratherthanthepictures,ofdepartedworthies,andweregazingwithharshandintolerantcriticismatthepursuitsandenjoymentsoflivingmen. Ataboutthecentreoftheoakenpanelsthatlinedthehallwassuspendedasuitofmail,not,likethepictures,anancestralrelic,butofthemostmoderndate;forithadbeenmanufacturedbyaskilfularmourerinLondon,thesameyearinwhichGovernorBellinghamcameovertoNewEngland. Therewasasteelhead–piece,acuirass,agorgetandgreaves,withapairofgauntletsandaswordhangingbeneath;all,andespeciallythehelmetandbreastplate,sohighlyburnishedastoglowwithwhiteradiance,andscatteranilluminationeverywhereaboutuponthefloor. Thisbrightpanoplywasnotmeantformereidleshow,buthadbeenwornbytheGovernoronmanyasolemnmusteranddrainingfield,andhadglittered,moreover,attheheadofaregimentinthePequodwar. For,thoughbredalawyer,andaccustomedtospeakofBacon,Coke,Noye,andFinch,ashisprofessionalassociates,theexigentiesofthisnewcountryhadtransformedGovernorBellinghamintoasoldier,aswellasastatesmanandruler. LittlePearl,whowasasgreatlypleasedwiththegleamingarmourasshehadbeenwiththeglitteringfrontispieceofthehouse,spentsometimelookingintothepolishedmirrorofthebreastplate. “Mother,”criedshe,“Iseeyouhere.Look!look!” Hesterlookedbywayofhumouringthechild;andshesawthat,owingtothepeculiareffectofthisconvexmirror,thescarletletterwasrepresentedinexaggeratedandgiganticproportions,soastobegreatlythemostprominentfeatureofherappearance. Intruth,sheseemedabsolutelyhiddenbehindit. Pearlpointedupwardsalso,atasimilarpictureinthehead–piece;smilingathermother,withtheelfishintelligencethatwassofamiliaranexpressiononhersmallphysiognomy. Thatlookofnaughtymerrimentwaslikewisereflectedinthemirror,withsomuchbreadthandintensityofeffect,thatitmadeHesterPrynnefeelasifitcouldnotbetheimageofherownchild,butofanimpwhowasseekingtomoulditselfintoPearl’sshape. “Comealong,Pearl,”saidshe,drawingheraway,“Comeandlookintothisfairgarden.Itmaybeweshallseeflowersthere;morebeautifulonesthanwefindinthewoods.” Pearlaccordinglyrantothebow–window,atthefurtherendofthehall,andlookedalongthevistaofagardenwalk,carpetedwithclosely–shavengrass,andborderedwithsomerudeandimmatureattemptatshrubbery. Buttheproprietorappearedalreadytohaverelinquishedashopeless,theefforttoperpetuateonthissideoftheAtlantic,inahardsoil,andamidtheclosestruggleforsubsistence,thenativeEnglishtasteforornamentalgardening. Cabbagesgrewinplainsight;andapumpkin–vine,rootedatsomedistance,hadrunacrosstheinterveningspace,anddepositedoneofitsgiganticproductsdirectlybeneaththehallwindow,asiftowarntheGovernorthatthisgreatlumpofvegetablegoldwasasrichanornamentasNewEnglandearthwouldofferhim. Therewereafewrose–bushes,however,andanumberofapple–trees,probablythedescendantsofthoseplantedbytheReverendMr.Blackstone,thefirstsettlerofthepeninsula;thathalfmythologicalpersonagewhoridesthroughourearlyannals,seatedonthebackofabull. Pearl,seeingtherose–bushes,begantocryforaredrose,andwouldnotbepacified. “Hush,child—hush!”saidhermother,earnestly.“Donotcry,dearlittlePearl!Ihearvoicesinthegarden.TheGovernoriscoming,andgentlemenalongwithhim.” Infact,adownthevistaofthegardenavenue,anumberofpersonswereseenapproachingtowardsthehouse. Pearl,inutterscornofhermother’sattempttoquiether,gaveaneldritchscream,andthenbecamesilent,notfromanymotionofobedience,butbecausethequickandmobilecuriosityofherdispositionwasexcitedbytheappearanceofthosenewpersonages.