Nidderdale didn't quite understand it. He had been there twenty minutes, was tired of his present amusement, having been unable to hit Carbury on the nose, and suddenly remembered that the Beargarden would now be open. He was no respecter of persons, and had got over any little feeling of awe with which the big table and the solemnity of the room may have first inspired him. "I suppose that's about all," he said, looking up at Melmotte.

Nidderdale didn't quite understand it. He had been there twenty minutes, and suddenly remembered that the Beargarden would now be open.
"I suppose that's about all," he said, looking at Melmotte.
