"Do you know any such man?" he asked.
"Oh, yes; he trades here."
Nicholas Bundy's face lighted up with joy.
"Is he a friend of yours?"
"No," he replied hastily. "But I want to see him; that is, if he is the man I mean. Will you describe him?"
The grocer paused, and then said:
"Well, he is about thirty-five years old, and——"
"Only thirty-five?" repeated Nicholas in deep disappointment.
"I don't think he can be any more. He has a young wife."
"Is he tall or short?"