I thank you for your hospitality, madam." Philip stood holding the door partly open.

He was perplexed to know just what to do or say.
"Where will you stay to-night?
Where is your home ?" "My home is with my friends," replied the man.

He laid his hand on the door, opened it, and had stepped one foot out on the porch, when Philip, seized with an impulse, laid his hand on his arm, gently but strongly pulled him back into the hall, shut the door, and placed his back against it.
"You cannot go out into this storm until I know whether you have a place to go to for the night." The man hesitated curiously, shuffled his feet on the mat, put his hand up to his face, and passed it across his eyes with a gesture of great weariness.

There was a look of loneliness and of unknown sorrow about his whole figure that touched Philip's keenly sensitive spirit irresistibly.

If the man was a little out of his right mind, he was probably harmless.