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."