There's no danger, I know." He flung the door wide open and called out in his clear, hearty voice: "Anything you want, friend?
Come up and ring the bell if you want to get in and know us, instead of standing there on the walk catching cold and making us wonder who you are." In response to this frank and informal invitation the figure came forward and slowly mounted the steps of the porch.

As the face came into view more clearly, Philip started and fell back a little.
It was not because the face was that of an enemy, nor because it was repulsive, nor because he recognized an old acquaintance.

It was a face he had never to his knowledge seen before.

Yet the impulse to start back before it seemed to spring from the recollection of just such a countenance moving over his spirit when he was in prayer or in trouble.
It all passed in a second's time and then he confronted the man as a complete stranger.
There was nothing remarkable about him.

He was poorly dressed and carried a small bundle.