pearl: "in the dark of the nighttime he calls us to him, and holds thy hand in mine, as when we stood with him on the scaffold yonder! And in the deep forest, where only the old trees can hear, and the strip of the sky can see it, he talks with thee, sitting on a heap of moss! And he kisses my forehead, too, so that the little brook would hardly wash it off! But, here, in the sunny day, and among all the people, he knows us not; nor must we know him! A strange, sad man is he, with his hand always over his heart!"
man: Roger Chillingworth is coming with your party on the boat.