Chapter 30Mr. Schmidt made his way————, and Miss Dorset was ready to find a great divide in her company and to miss him decisively at the gatherings between the families that were now becoming almost daily; and when they all dined together in the park, shortly after he had left, she took her chosen place at the end of the table again, in the full expectation of feeling a most melancholic difference in the change of gentlemen. It would be a very flat business, she was sure. Compared to his brother, Edmund would have nothing to say. The soup was sent around in the most mindless way, the wine was drunk without a smile or pleasant trifles, and the venison was disassembled without providing a nice anecdote from any previous club or a single entertaining story about "my friend such a one.". "She
