The tears and the hand-clasp with his father told the story of his reconciliation, of the bursting out of the old love, which had not been extinguished, only smothered for a time.

Philip thought best that he should not become excited with the meeting, and in a little while drew the Brother Man out into the other room.
By this time it was nearly ten o'clock.

The old man stood hesitating in a curious fashion when Philip asked him to be seated.

And again, as before, he asked if he could find a place to stay over night.
"You haven't room to take me in," he said when Philip urged his welcome upon him.
"Oh, yes, we have.

We'll fix a place for you somewhere.