No one would ever look upon the horrible thing.

No eye but his would ever see his shame.
On reaching the library, he found that it was just after five o'clock and that the tea had been already brought up.

On a little table of dark perfumed wood thickly incrusted with nacre, a present from Lady Radley, his guardian's wife, a pretty professional invalid who had spent the preceding winter in Cairo, was lying a note from Lord Henry, and beside it was a book bound in yellow paper, the cover slightly torn and the edges soiled.

A copy of the third edition of The St.James's Gazette had been placed on the tea-tray.

It was evident that Victor had returned.