Dullness is hardly a mortal sin, though it is certainly a venial one. Though I am glad to be more entertaining than Basil, even if that is not a particularly difficult race to win. And there is little enough point in dwelling on him, for if there was nothing one could do in London, there is even less here.

[He may, in the absolute privacy of his own room, dwell on this later. For now he pushes the matter entirely aside.]

I feel as if I ought to enquire more as to my own future, you know. But I am curiously disinclined, and besides, I do not think you wish to play the part of the Delphic Oracle, do you?