At least nothing should be." Hallward shook his head, as he entered, and followed Dorian into the library.

There was a bright wood fire blazing in the large open hearth.

The lamps were lit, and an open Dutch silver spirit-case stood, with some siphons of soda-water and large cut-glass tumblers, on a little marqueterie table.
"You see your servant made me quite at home, Dorian.

He gave me everything I wanted, including your best gold-tipped cigarettes.

He is a most hospitable creature.