Get rid of him, Philip.

This may be a trick on the part of the whiskey men." Never in all his life had Philip been so puzzled to know what to do with a human being.

Here was one, the strangest he had ever met, who had come into his house; it is true he had been invited, but once within he had invited himself to stay all night, and then had accused his entertainer of living too extravagantly and called him an insincere preacher.

Add to all this the singular fact that he had declared his name to be "Brother Man," and that he spoke with a calmness that was the very incarnation of peace, and Philip's wonder reached its limit.
In response to his wife's appeal Philip rose abruptly and went to the front door; he opened it, and a whirl of snow danced in.

The wind had changed, and the moan of a coming heavy storm was in the air.
The moment that he opened the door his strange guest also rose, and putting on his hat he said, as he moved slowly toward the hall, "I must be going.