He brushed his hand over his eyes.

It had been a long time since any one had called him "brother." "Come!" Philip reached out his hand and helped him to rise.

The man staggered, and might have fallen if Philip had not supported him.

"I am faint and dizzy," he said.
"Courage, man! My home is not far off; we shall soon be there." His companion was silent.

As they came up to the door Philip said: "I haven't asked your name, but it might save a little awkwardness if I knew it." "William----" Philip did not hear the last name, it was spoken in such a low voice.
"Never mind; I'll call you William if it's all the same to you." And he went into the house with the man, and at once made him feel at home by means of that simple and yet powerful spirit of brotherhood which was ready to level all false distinctions, and which possibly saw in prophetic vision the coming event in his own career when all distinctions of title and name would be as worthless as dust in the scales of eternity.
Mrs.Strong at once set food upon the table, and then she and Philip with true delicacy busied themselves in another room so as not to watch the hungry man while he ate.