"It's true," said another young lord from the table on the other side. Then the waiter, still speaking with suppressed and melancholy voice, suggested that there was some port left. It was now the middle of July.
"Brandy?" suggested Nidderdale. There had been a few bottles of brandy, but they had been already consumed. "Send out and get some brandy," said Nidderdale with rapid impetuosity. But the club was so reduced in circumstances that he was obliged to take silver out of his pocket before he could get even such humble comfort as he now demanded.

"Brandy?" suggested Nidderdale. There had been a few bottles of brandy, but they had already been consumed. "Send out and get some brandy," said Nidderdale; but he had to take silver from his pocket before it could be done.
