She had an idea that everything was all wrong, and that idea engrossed her mind entirely.

There was no mistake about the sum paid, for the lady clerk had referred to the printed table of prices when she calculated the amount due.

But something was wrong, and, at the moment, Euphemia could not tell what it was.

She left the place, and started to walk back to the ferry.

But she was so tired and weak, and hungry--it was now an hour or two past her regular luncheon time--that she thought she should faint if she did not go somewhere and get some refreshments.
So, like a sensible little woman as she was, she went into a restaurant.
She sat down at a table, and a waiter came to her to see what she would have.