The father of young Dalton had been a man of improvident habits, and, immediately upon the death of his wife, squandered his large estate in the riot of dissipation, so that his son inherited nothing but a dilapidated manor-house and a single slave. This servant, a pure negro, was deeply attached to young Dalton, and the two continued to reside in the manor-house near the city suburbs, the negro acting as cook, valet, and man-of-all-work. This manor house was one of the first built in the Virginias. It was surrounded by a long, ill-kept lawn, in which the ancient knotted oaks seemed to stand guard over the memory of some departed greatness. The house itself, covered with the green Virginia creeper, was little better than a ruin. The plaster had fallen away from the great pillars, and the walls were cracked, in places, almost to the roof. Strangely enough, Robert Dalton never attempted to repair the estate, taking pride rather in its air of decay. This statement is not entirely accurate. He did, indeed, fit up the ancient drawing-room for the purposes of a library, thrusting in rows of bookcases beside long antique mirrors and mahogany window seats. These bookcases were filled entirely with reports of courts, late digests, the decisions of tribunals of last resort, and volume after volume on wills, contracts, and corporations, but scarcely a volume on standard or current literature. For these latter he had no inclination, and, as he apologetically explained, no time. In this library, Dalton did most of his legal work, obtaining here freedom from interruption and the quiet which he required. As the city developed, this neglected suburban street was seized upon and assumed as the fashionable quarter by the wealthy Eastern families. They paved it far into the country, and ruthlessly wiped out the splendid old homesteads, erecting on their ruins ostentatious palaces with prim lawns, reminding one not a little of that civilized vandalism which would cut out from its frame the superb painting of a landscape and replace therein a practical and entirely accurate map of the same landscape. These wealthy families swept out, too, the old social customs of this city, setting up elaborate formalities and impoverishing standards of dress and entertainment. The recognized leader was Mrs. LeConte Dean, the wife of a nail manufacturer of vast wealth. Her receptions were the society events. Indeed, it has been said that recognition by this newly rich importation determined one's social status.