No. 6 Romney Studios, Manresa Road, Chelsea, was at the end of the narrow alley¹ which, running at right angles to the road, had a blank wall on its left and Romney Studios on its right. The studios themselves were nondescript shanties² which reminded George of nothing so much as the office of a clerk-of-the-works nailed together anyhow on ground upon which a large building is in course of erection. They were constructed of brick, wood, waterproof³ felting, and that adaptable⁴ material, corrugated⁵ iron. No two were alike. None had the least pretension⁶ to permanency, comeliness⁷, or even architectural decency⁸. They were all horribly hot in summer, and they all needed immense stoves to render them habitable in winter. In putting them up, however, cautiously and one by one, the landlord had esteemed⁹ them to be the  sort of thing that was good enough for artists and that artists would willingly accept. He had not been mistaken. Though inexpensive they were dear, but artists accepted them with eagerness. None was ever empty. Thus it was demonstrated once more that artists were exactly what capitalists and other sagacious persons had always accused them of being.