ABSTRACT
The building, if the people make allowance for the roof, may figure very well for a Greek temple. Moreover, the roof is not quite in keeping with these Hellenic fancies. And still there is something solemn, austere, and antique about the building which inclines a man towards contemplation as he ascends the steps. Conversation is only possible at the pitch of the voice. Penniless young painters, over in the Latin Quarter are idling and sunning themselves in their pennilessness with the highest contentment. All manner of men are taking their ease, and going about life deliberately, as if there was no such thing as an Exchange on earth. Indeed, it is a problem worthy of some thought.
