I am almost afraid to promise that you will see him.

He sees scarcely any one now.

He is feeble, and--" She did not finish the sentence.

"But we'll walk over there, at any rate." She spoke mostly of her father as the two walked along, and it was easy to see that his condition was now the one thought of her life.
Presently they reached Emerson's house, and Miss Emerson welcomed them at the door.

After a brief chat Miss Alcott told of the boy's hope.
Miss Emerson shook her head.
"Father sees no one now," she said, "and I fear it might not be a pleasure if you did see him." Then Edward told her what Phillips Brooks had said.
"Well," she said, "I'll see." She had scarcely left the room when Miss Alcott rose and followed her, saying to the boy: "You shall see Mr.Emerson if it is at all possible." In a few minutes Miss Alcott returned, her eyes moistened, and simply said: "Come." The boy followed her through two rooms, and at the threshold of the third, Miss Emerson stood, also with moistened eyes.
"Father," she said simply, and there, at his desk, sat Emerson--the man whose words had already won Edward Bok's boyish interest, and who was destined to impress himself upon his life more deeply than any other writer.
Slowly, at the daughter's spoken word, Emerson rose with a wonderful quiet dignity, extended his hand, and as the boy's hand rested in his, looked him full in the eyes.
No light of welcome came from those sad yet tender eyes.