They had arrived at the gates of the park.

All at once McTeague turned cold.

He had only a quarter in his pocket.

What was he expected to do--pay for the whole party, or for Trina and himself, or merely buy his own ticket?
And even in this latter case would a quarter be enough?
He lost his wits, rolling his eyes helplessly.

Then it occurred to him to feign a great abstraction, pretending not to know that the time was come to pay.