From a glimpse of the interior Nella saw that they had spent the voyage in card-playing.
It would not be too much to say that she was distinctly annoyed.

She pretended to be annoyed with circumstances, but really she was annoyed with Nella Racksole.

At two in the morning, without luggage, without any companionship, and without a plan of campaign, she found herself in a strange foreign port--a port of evil repute, possessing some of the worst-managed hotels in Europe.

She strolled on the quay for a few minutes, and then she saw the smoke of another steamer in the offing.
She inquired from an official what that steamer might be, and was told that it was the eight o'clock from Dover, which had broken down, put into Calais for some slight necessary repairs, and was arriving at its destination nearly four hours late.

Her mercurial spirits rose again.