His sin?
He shrugged his shoulders.
The death of Basil Hallward seemed very little to him.

He was thinking of Hetty Merton.

For it was an unjust mirror, this mirror of his soul that he was looking at.

Vanity?
Curiosity?
Hypocrisy?
Had there been nothing more in his renunciation than that?
There had been something more.

At least he thought so.