She skips and joins her sister at the door.

Her sister has her arm about the waist of Mrs Todgers.

She winds her arm around her sister.
Diana, what a picture! The last things visible are a shape and a skip.
'Gentlemen, let us drink the ladies!' The enthusiasm is tremendous.

The gentleman of a debating turn rises in the midst, and suddenly lets loose a tide of eloquence which bears down everything before it.

He is reminded of a toast--a toast to which they will respond.