The food she had taken turned to poison and her head ached fiercely.

What could she do?
To speak to the proprietor would be to cause a great commotion, to attract attention to herself--and how would that help to bring back the stolen pocketbook, taken perhaps by the proprietor himself?
She recalled that as she hurried through the office from the dining-room he had a queer shifting expression, gave her a wheedling, cringing good morning not at all in keeping with the character he had shown the night before.

The slovenly girl came to do the room; Susan sent her away, sat by the window gazing out over the river and downstream.

He would soon be here; the thought made her long to fly and hide.

He had been all generosity; and this was her way of appreciating it! They sent for her to come down to supper.