He gallantly gave his arm to Jill, and asked the Bishop to bring in one of his daughters.

This saved Miss Oliphant's party from the collapse which threatened it.

Every one took the cue from the great people.

Even Mrs Pottinger accepted the arm of the curate, and the ardent youths, who had all arrived under the delusion that Miss Rosalind was the hostess, forgot their disappointment, and vowed to see the youngsters through with it.
"Oh, Duke!" said Jill, hanging affectionately on her noble escort's arm, "are you liking it?
Do try and like it! It's Tom's and my first party, and we want it to be a jolly one." "I never enjoyed a party half so much," said His Grace.
Jill thought him at that moment almost as nice as dear Mr Armstrong.
"Jill," said Tom, waylaying his sister at the door, "we might have cut the herrings in three after all.

Never mind, some of them will be able to have two goes.