Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
"But the Earthmen aren't due for another fifteen minutes," Skkiru to realize, Skkiru, that this isn't just a matter of minutes or hours. Bbulas groaned, but Skkiru didn't care about that. The sad, sweet way she said, "No, Skkiru, I am not joking," a tiny pang of doubt and Skkiru turned to the third person present in the council chamber. "Bbulas, this is your fault! It was all your idea!" There was regret on the Dilettante's thin face—an obviously insincere regret, the younger man knew, since he was well aware how Bbulas had always felt about the girl. "I am sorry, Skkiru," Bbulas intoned. "I had fancied you understood. "It's not that I don't love you, Skkiru," Larhgan put in gently, "but library, Skkiru thought resentfully. There was too damn much Terran influence on this planet. And this new project was the last straw. No longer able to control his rage and grief, he turned a triple somersault in the air with rage. "Then why was I made a beggar and she "Now, Skkiru," Bbulas said wearily, for they had been through all this However, the thick, jewel-studded embroidery got in his way and so he Skkiru coiled his antennae at Bbulas, hoping the insult would provoke him into an unbecoming whirl, but the Dilettante remained calm. One of the chief outward signs of Terran-type training was self-control and Bbulas had been thoroughly terranized. , Skkiru said to himself. "Skkiru!" the girl exclaimed, rotating gently, for she, like her in the emotional department. "One would almost think that the lots had "And I have already explained to you, Skkiru," Bbulas said, with a patience much more infuriating than the girl's anger, "that I had no , Skkiru muttered to himself, Larhgan's dainty earflaps closed. "Skkiru! Such language!" Skkiru, "the lots chose well and if you touch me, Skkiru, we shall have "I don't want to give my grimpatch to some nice beggar girl!" Skkiru It was only at that moment that Skkiru realized just how outrageous the problem. "Listen—" he began, but just then excited noises filtered made him beggar purposely, and the lots were a lot of slibwash. "Hurry up, Skkiru." gilded and jeweled, at once seemed to become a part of it. He looked pretty damn silly, Skkiru thought, at the same time conscious of his own appearance—which was, although picturesque enough to delight romantic Terrestrial hearts, sufficiently wretched to charm the most hardened sadist. "Hurry up, Skkiru," Bbulas said. "They mustn't suspect the existence of "For my part, I wish we'd never started," Skkiru grumbled. "What was his mind that school-days were long since over. influence was corrupting her, Skkiru thought mournfully. She had been "We may never meet on equal terms again, Skkiru," she told him, with a "All right," Skkiru answered sulkily. "I'll go to the edge of the Skkiru," she said brokenly. "Alms, for the love of Ipsnadd," chanted Skkiru the beggar. demolished wires. Never before had Skkiru been on the surface of the season. Skkiru's feet were soaked with mud As the mud clutched his toes, Skkiru remembered an idea he had once Bbulas couldn't really object, Skkiru stilled the nagging quiver in entirely different from the foppish monsters Skkiru had somehow could be retouched. Why, it was the Terrestrials themselves, he had always understood, who had invented the art of retouching—thus proving that it was easy to deduce he was the subordinate of the two. "How horrible!" "No, not at all," the other assured him. "They weren't human—another species entirely—so you could hardly call it cannibalism. In fact, it was quite all right from the ethical standpoint, but abstract moral considerations seemed less important to us than self-preservation ! Skkiru thought, with a mental sniff. Either he was stupid, Skkiru thought, or he was lying, in spite of Bbulas' asseverations that untruth was unknown to Terrestrials—which had always seemed highly improbable, anyway. How could any intelligent , Skkiru said to himself, but he didn't dare contribute this Skkiru accepted the candy with suitable—and entirely genuine—murmurs were to be found, so, if Bbulas thought he was going to save the gift Skkiru ate the candy then and there. Chocolate increased the body's dwindling rapidly. Still, Skkiru thought, as he moodily munched on the to descend to a subterfuge like this for nothing more than survival. Being a beggar, Skkiru discovered, did give him certain small, momentary advantages over those who had been alloted higher ranks. because of his equipment, he had a little trouble keeping himself from Nonetheless, Skkiru could not reconcile himself to his beggarhood, no thought, that was, but well in keeping with his beggarhood. Beggars were often poets, he believed, and poets almost always beggars. Since Skkiru swallowed the last of the chocolate and regarded the "high Skkiru had seen her in her priestly apparel before, it had not made rags had their full impact upon Skkiru at this moment. He saw the gulf , Skkiru said to himself. Bbulas gave a sickly smile. Skkiru could almost find it in his hearts He was pretty quick on the uptake, Skkiru had to concede. However, this high-school theocracy. For one thing, he could have apportioned around begging? And, moreover, from whom was Skkiru going to beg? themselves into the spirit of their roles, could not be so carried away that they would give handouts to a young man whom they had been accustomed to see basking in the bosom of luxury. Unfortunately, the fees that he'd received in the past had not enabled him both to live well and to save, and now that his fortunes had been so drastically reduced, he seemed in a fair way of starving to death. he could not expect Skkiru's All the same, Skkiru reflected as he watched the visitors being led off It wasn't that Skkiru didn't understand well enough that Snaddra had business. Something definitely had to be done, if it were not to decay altogether. And that was where the Planetary Dilettante came in. The traditional office of Planetary Dilettante was a civil-service job, awarded by competitive examination whenever it fell vacant to the person who scored highest in intelligence, character and general sense of proportion, adaptiveness and charm—and there, Skkiru felt, the planet's expense and acquire enough finish to cover the rest of the population. The Dilettante's official function had always been, in theory, to serve the planet when an emergency came—and this, old Luccar, the former President, had decided, when he and the Parliament had awakened to the fact that Snaddra was falling into ruin, was an emergency. So he had, It was not one Skkiru himself would have chosen. It was not one, he as a patriotic citizen, Skkiru would abide by it. He would accept the should not make something of himself and show that a beggar was worthy "Skkiru!" Bbulas was screaming, as he spun, now that the Terrans were out of ear- and eye-shot "Skkiru, you idiot, listen to me! What are Skkiru protruded all of his eyes in innocent surprise. "Just some

<question>:
Why did Skkiru think the dilettante had fixed the lots?

<options>:
A the dilettante was jealous of his girlfriend
B the dilettante was regretful
C the dilettante was unintelligent
D the dilettante was egotistical

<answer>:

A