They were a revelation to Dot, the almost silent looker-on.

It was as if a flashlight had given her a sudden glimpse of this man's soul, showing her bitter enmity--a black and cruel hatred--an implacable yearning for revenge.

She felt as if she had looked down into the seething heart of a volcano.
Then she heard Hill's voice.

"I am quite willing to play," he said.
A buzz of interest went through the room.

The prospective match plainly excited Warden's many admirers.