Dimmesdale with passion, suddenly looking fiercely at his companion. “If it is a disease of the soul, there is only one doctor! Who are you to come between the one who suffers and his God? » And with that, he rushed out of the room. “See now,” said Roger Chillingworth, with a grave smile, “—how quickly passion takes hold of him! Like a passion, another one too. He did a wild thing, this pious (18) Master Dimmesdale, in the burning passion of his heart. » --- It did not prove difficult to reestablish the intimacy of the two companions. After a few hours, the young clergyman realized that his nerves had caused him to become unjustifiably angry (19). He marveled at the violence with which he had rejected the good old man, who had been content to give the advice that the minister had asked of him. He wasted no time in apologizing and begging his friend to continue his treatment. Roger Chillingworth readily agreed and continued his medical supervision. But he always left his patient's apartment with a mysterious smile. This expression was invisible in Mr. Dimmesdale's presence, but became evident as the doctor crossed the threshold. Shortly after this scene the Rev. Mr. Dimmesdale fell into an unusually deep feeling.