It was one of those small tranquil shrines of Bacchus in which the god is worshipped perhaps with as constant a devotion, though with less noisy demonstrations of zeal than in his larger and more public temples.

None absolutely of the lower orders were encouraged to come thither for oblivion.

It had about it nothing inviting to the general eye.

No gas illuminations proclaimed its midnight grandeur.

No huge folding doors, one set here and another there, gave ingress and egress to a wretched crowd of poverty-stricken midnight revellers.