She took an instinctive dislike to him.

He wore a furtive air.
Warden stood up again, moving with that free swing of his as of one born to conquer.

He turned deliberately and faced them.
"Good evening, Mr.Hill!" he said.

"I'm standing drinks all round.

I hope you will join us." It was frankly spoken, and Hill's instant refusal sounded unnecessarily curt in Dot's ears.
"No, thanks.