Most of the others had gone back to dancing. A table of light refreshment had appeared about an hour ago and there were small assorted groups milling around, nibbling on the small offerings and talking amongst themselves, roaring with laughter occasionally. Other pairs and small groups were on the sides of the floor, talking privately, goblets in their hands. She saw Martin dancing with a lady she didn’t recognize for the second time that night and felt a twist of jealousy in her gut.