109 Box, Office of this paper." "Let us write at once to D.H.," he said eagerly.
"I have seen him." Venning took a deep breath and stared at his friend.
"I saw him this very morning," said Compton, quietly.
"And----------" "He said you were too young! Eh?
Go on--go on!" "And I told him I thought I could find a friend who would join me." "You mean to say that he agreed to take you ?" cried Venning, jumping up.
Compton nodded.
"Oh, splendid! And you will take me to him?
You're a brick.

What is he like, eh?
Is he old or young, eh ?" Compton kept cool outwardly, but he could not subdue the glitter of his dark eyes, or keep the colour out of his cheeks.
"He is about five feet four.

I can look over his head." "Oh!" "There are grey hairs in his beard." "Quite old; old and little! What bad luck! He will have to look up to us." "Well, you know, he can't help being small, can he ?" "I suppose, like most little men, he is as vain as he can stick, bumptious, and fidgety," said Venning, despondently.
"He struck me as being very quiet.

At any rate, you can judge for yourself, as we are due to see him within half an hour.

You must tell him that you are a naturalist, as he intends writing a book, in which a great deal of space will be given to animals.