Refreshments were served at times, but the dancers took them in relays.

The dancing in the ballroom never ceased, and Jeb Stuart nearly always led it.
It was after midnight now and Harry and his new friend, de Langeais, throwing their military cloaks over their shoulders, walked out on one of the porticos for air.

Many people, black and white, had gathered as usual to watch the dancing.
Harry glanced at them casually, and then he saw a large figure almost behind the others.

His intuition was sudden, but he had not the least doubt of its accuracy.

He merely wondered why he had not looked for the man before.
"Come with me a minute," he said to de Langeais, and they walked toward the tree.