That night the stranger, who now called himself Roger Chillingworth and passed for a physician, was admitted to Hester's cell. He gave the feverish child a medicine, and Hester, seeing that he meant no harm, let the baby drink it. I have greatly wronged thee, she said. We have wronged each other, he answered calmly. I was already old and misshapen when I married thy youth and beauty. I seek no vengeance against thee. But the man who has wronged us both still lives, and sooner or later he shall be mine. He made her swear that she would never reveal who he was. Why dost thou smile so at me? she asked. Art thou like the Black Man that haunts the forest? Hast thou enticed me into a bond that will prove the ruin of my soul? Not thy soul, he answered, with another smile. No, not thine!