Young Griggs was already there, however.

He leered at her as she approached him, and it occurred to her that he was not very steady on his legs.

She prepared him an icy bow, which she was in the very act of executing when he made a sudden lurch forward, and caught her round the waist.

She heard him laugh with coarse mirth, and had a glimpse of the bunch of mistletoe dangling above their heads ere she fiercely pushed him from her into the passage.
The next instant Jeff was beside her, and she turned and clung to him in desperation.
"Jeff, don't let him!" she cried.
Jeff stretched out an arm to keep the young man back.

A roar of laughter rose from the remaining guests.
"Kiss her yourself then, Jeff!" cried old Griggs, hammering on the table.