She was nervously alive to every thing that was said and done; and listened with a smile to Lawrence Newt's parable, liking him more and more.
The general restless distraction that precedes the breaking up of a party had now set in.

People were moving, and rustling, and breaking off the ends of conversation.

They began to go.

A few said good-evening, and had had such a charming time! The rest gradually followed, until there was a universal departure.

Grace Plumer was leaning upon Sligo Moultrie's arm.