"And, now, where shall we carry it to, Mr.Gray ?" "I will show you the way, Mr.Hubbard, if you will kindly follow me.
Or perhaps you had better go in front.

I am afraid it is right at the top of the house.

We will go up by the front staircase, as it is wider." He held the door open for them, and they passed out into the hall and began the ascent.

The elaborate character of the frame had made the picture extremely bulky, and now and then, in spite of the obsequious protests of Mr.Hubbard, who had the true tradesman's spirited dislike of seeing a gentleman doing anything useful, Dorian put his hand to it so as to help them.
"Something of a load to carry, sir," gasped the little man when they reached the top landing.

And he wiped his shiny forehead.
"I am afraid it is rather heavy," murmured Dorian as he unlocked the door that opened into the room that was to keep for him the curious secret of his life and hide his soul from the eyes of men.
He had not entered the place for more than four years--not, indeed, since he had used it first as a play-room when he was a child, and then as a study when he grew somewhat older.