CHAPTER V.
THE HONOR OF THE NAME After a time Mrs.De Peyster rose totteringly from the sheeted library chair, mounted weakly to the more intimate asylum of her private sitting-room, and sat down and stared into her fire.

She was still dazed by Judge Harvey's announcement of the decision of the New York and New England to pay no dividends.
She was not rich, as the rich count riches.

Nor did she desire a greater wealth; at least not much greater.

In fact, she looked down upon the possessors of those huge fortunes acquired during the last generation as upon beings of an inferior order.

It was blood-discs that gave her her supremacy, not vulgar discs of gold.