Later in the evening he again called for a Bible, and offered a prayer of wondrous sweetness.

He was shown to his plainly-furnished room.

He looked around and smiled.
"This is like my old home," he said; "a palace, where the poor die of hunger." Philip started at the odd remark, then recollected that the old man had once been wealthy, and sometimes in his half-dazed condition Philip thought probable he confounded the humblest surroundings with his once luxurious home.

He lingered a moment, and the man said, as if speaking to himself: "If they do not renounce all they have, they cannot be my disciples." "Good-night, Brother Man." cried Philip, as he went out.
"Good-night, Christ's man," replied his guest.

And Philip went to his rest that night, great questions throbbing in him, and the demands of the Master more distinctly brought to his attention than ever.
Again, as before when he rose in the morning, he found that his visitor was gone.