Yes, here in this drawer I have many letters from Carlyle." At these words Miss Alcott came from the other part of the room, her wet eyes dancing with pleasure and her face wreathed in smiles.
"I think we can help this young man; do you not think so, Louisa ?" said Emerson, smiling toward Miss Alcott.

The whole atmosphere of the room had changed.

How different the expression of his eyes as now Emerson looked at the boy! "And you have come all the way from New York to ask me that!" he said smilingly as the boy told him of his trip.

"Now, let us see," he said, as he delved in a drawer full of letters.
For a moment he groped among letters and papers, and then, softly closing the drawer, he began that ominous low whistle once more, looked inquiringly at each, and dropped his eyes straightway to the papers before him on his desk.

It was to be only for a few moments, then! Miss Alcott turned away.
The boy felt the interview could not last much longer.