fest　bythe　extravagant　gestures　with　which　he　threw　up　his　arms　towards　theceiling；　and　stamped　his　foot　upon　the　floor！　Had　a　man　seen　old　RogerChillingworth；　at　that　moment　of　his　ecstasy；　he　would　have　had　noneed　to　ask　how　Satan　ports　himself；　when　a　precious　human　soulis　lost　to　heaven；　and　won　into　his　kingdom。 But　what　distinguished　the　physician's　ecstasy　from　Satan's　wasthe　trait　of　wonder　in　it！ XI。 THE　INTERIOR　OF　A　HEART。 AFTER　the　incident　last　described；　the　intercourse　between　theclergyman　and　the　physician；　though　externally　the　same；　was　really　ofanother　character　than　it　had　previously　been。　The　intellect　ofRoger　Chillingworth　had　now　a　sufficiently　plain　path　before　it。　Itwas　not；　indeed；　precisely　that　which　he　had　laid　out　for　himself　toread。　Calm；　gentle；　passionless；　as　he　appeared；　there　alice；　hitherto　latent；　but　active　now；　inthis　unfortunate　old　man；　which　led　him　to　imagine　a　more　intimaterevenge　than　any　mortal　had　ever　wreaked　upon　an　enemy。　To　makehimself　the　one　trusted　friend；　to　whom　should　be　confided　all　thefear；　the　remorse；　the　agony；　the　ineffectual　repentance；　the　backwardrush　of　sinful　thoughts；　expelled　in　vain！　All　that　guilty　sorrow；hidden　from　the　world；　whose　great　heart　would　have　pitied　andforgiven；　to　be　revealed　to　him；　the　Pitiless；　to　him；　theUnforgiving！　All　that　dark　treasure　to　be　lavished　on　the　very　man；　towhom　nothing　else　could　so　adequately　pay　the　debt　of　vengeance。