She and Dot never had anything in common, and as for Fletcher Hill, he was the driest stick of a man she had ever met.

But she was not going to be bored on that account.

To give Adela her due, boredom was a malady from which she very rarely suffered.
She was in the best of spirits on the evening of their arrival at Trelevan.

The rooms that Fletcher Hill had managed to secure for them led out of each other, and the smaller of them, Dot's looked out over the busiest part of the town.

As Adela pointed out, this was an advantage of little value at night, and it could be shared in the daytime.
Dot said nothing.