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"
This
gentleman
-
may
I
introduce
you
?
"
-
(
the
man
gave
his
permission
with
a
wave
of
the
hand
)
-
"
so
,
this
gentleman
's
job
is
to
give
out
information
.
He
gives
all
the
information
they
need
to
people
who
are
waiting
,
as
our
court
and
its
offices
are
not
very
well
known
among
the
public
he
gets
asked
for
quite
a
lot
.
He
has
an
answer
for
every
question
,
you
can
try
him
out
if
you
feel
like
it
.
But
that
's
not
his
only
distinction
,
his
other
distinction
is
his
elegance
of
dress
.
We
,
that
's
to
say
all
of
us
who
work
in
the
offices
here
,
we
decided
that
the
information-giver
would
have
to
be
elegantly
dressed
as
he
continually
has
to
deal
with
the
litigants
and
he
's
the
first
one
they
meet
,
so
he
needs
to
give
a
dignified
first
impression
.
The
rest
of
us
I
'm
afraid
,
as
you
can
see
just
by
looking
at
me
,
dress
very
badly
and
old-fashioned
;
and
there
's
not
much
point
in
spending
much
on
clothes
anyway
,
as
we
hardly
ever
leave
the
offices
,
we
even
sleep
here
.
But
,
as
I
said
,
we
decided
that
the
information-giver
would
have
to
have
nice
clothes
.
As
the
management
here
is
rather
peculiar
in
this
respect
,
and
they
would
get
them
for
us
,
we
had
a
collection
-
some
of
the
litigants
contributed
too
-
and
bought
him
these
lovely
clothes
and
some
others
besides
.
So
everything
would
be
ready
for
him
to
give
a
good
impression
,
except
that
he
spoils
it
again
by
laughing
and
frightening
people
.
"
"
That
's
how
it
is
,
"
said
the
man
,
mocking
her
,
"
but
I
do
n't
understand
why
it
is
that
you
're
explaining
all
our
intimate
facts
to
the
gentleman
,
or
rather
why
it
is
that
you
're
pressing
them
on
him
,
as
I
'm
sure
he
's
not
all
interested
.
Just
look
at
him
sitting
there
,
it
's
clear
he
's
occupied
with
his
own
affairs
.
"
K.
just
did
not
feel
like
contradicting
him
.
.
The
girl
's
intention
may
have
been
good
,
perhaps
she
was
under
instructions
to
distract
him
or
to
give
him
the
chance
to
collect
himself
,
but
the
attempt
had
not
worked
.
"
I
had
to
explain
to
him
why
you
were
laughing
,
"
said
the
girl
.
"
I
suppose
it
was
insulting
.
"
"
I
think
he
would
forgive
even
worse
insults
if
I
finally
took
him
outside
.
"
K.
said
nothing
,
did
not
even
look
up
,
he
tolerated
the
two
of
them
negotiating
over
him
like
an
object
,
that
was
even
what
suited
him
best
.
But
suddenly
he
felt
the
information-giver
's
hand
on
one
arm
and
the
young
woman
's
hand
on
the
other
.
"
Up
you
get
then
,
weakling
,
"
said
the
information-giver
.
"
Thank
you
both
very
much
,
"
said
K.
,
pleasantly
surprised
,
as
he
slowly
rose
and
personally
guided
these
unfamiliar
hands
to
the
places
where
he
most
needed
support
.
As
they
approached
the
corridor
,
the
girl
said
quietly
into
K.
's
ear
,
"
I
must
seem
to
think
it
's
very
important
to
show
the
information-giver
in
a
good
light
,
but
you
should
n't
doubt
what
I
say
,
I
just
want
to
say
the
truth
.
He
is
n't
hard-hearted
.
It
's
not
really
his
job
to
help
litigants
outside
if
they
're
unwell
but
he
's
doing
it
anyway
,
as
you
can
see
.
I
do
n't
suppose
any
of
us
is
hard-hearted
,
perhaps
we
'd
all
like
to
be
helpful
,
but
working
for
the
court
offices
it
's
easy
for
us
to
give
the
impression
we
are
hard-hearted
and
do
n't
want
to
help
anyone
.
It
makes
me
quite
sad
.
"
"
Would
you
not
like
to
sit
down
here
a
while
?
"
asked
the
information-giver
,
there
were
already
in
the
corridor
and
just
in
front
of
the
defendant
whom
K.
had
spoken
to
earlier
.
K.
felt
almost
ashamed
to
be
seen
by
him
,
earlier
he
had
stood
so
upright
in
front
of
him
and
now
he
had
to
be
supported
by
two
others
,
his
hat
was
held
up
by
the
information-giver
balanced
on
outstretched
fingers
,
his
hair
was
dishevelled
and
hung
down
onto
the
sweat
on
his
forehead
.
But
the
defendant
seemed
to
notice
nothing
of
what
was
going
on
and
just
stood
there
humbly
,
as
if
wanting
to
apologise
to
the
information-giver
for
being
there
.
The
information-giver
looked
past
him
.
"
I
know
,
"
he
said
,
"
that
my
case
ca
n't
be
settled
today
,
not
yet
,
but
I
've
come
in
anyway
,
I
thought
,
I
thought
I
could
wait
here
anyway
,
it
's
Sunday
today
,
I
've
got
plenty
of
time
,
and
I
'm
not
disturbing
anyone
here
.
"
"
There
's
no
need
to
be
so
apologetic
,
"
said
the
information-giver
,
"
it
's
very
commendable
for
you
to
be
so
attentive
.
You
are
taking
up
space
here
when
you
do
n't
need
to
but
as
long
as
you
do
n't
get
in
my
way
I
will
do
nothing
to
stop
you
following
the
progress
of
your
case
as
closely
as
you
like
.
When
one
has
seen
so
many
people
who
shamefully
neglect
their
cases
one
learns
to
show
patience
with
people
like
you
.
Do
sit
down
.
"
"
He
's
very
good
with
the
litigants
,
"
whispered
the
girl
.
K.
nodded
,
but
started
to
move
off
again
when
the
information-giver
repeated
,
"
Would
you
not
like
to
sit
down
here
a
while
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
K.
,
"
I
do
n't
want
to
rest
.
"
He
had
said
that
as
decisively
as
he
could
,
but
in
fact
it
would
have
done
him
a
lot
of
good
to
sit
down
.
It
was
as
if
he
were
suffering
sea-sickness
.
He
felt
as
if
he
were
on
a
ship
in
a
rough
sea
,
as
if
the
water
were
hitting
against
the
wooden
walls
,
a
thundering
from
the
depths
of
the
corridor
as
if
the
torrent
were
crashing
over
it
,
as
if
the
corridor
were
swaying
and
the
waiting
litigants
on
each
side
of
it
rising
and
sinking
.
It
made
the
calmness
of
the
girl
and
the
man
leading
him
all
the
more
incomprehensible
.
He
was
at
their
mercy
,
if
they
let
go
of
him
he
would
fall
like
a
board
.
Their
little
eyes
glanced
here
and
there
,
K.
could
feel
the
evenness
of
their
steps
but
could
not
do
the
same
,
as
from
step
to
step
he
was
virtually
being
carried
.
He
finally
noticed
they
were
speaking
to
him
but
he
did
not
understand
them
,
all
he
heard
was
a
noise
that
filled
all
the
space
and
through
which
there
seemed
to
be
an
unchanging
higher
note
sounding
,
like
a
siren
.
"
Louder
,
"
he
whispered
with
his
head
sunk
low
,
ashamed
at
having
to
ask
them
to
speak
louder
when
he
knew
they
had
spoken
loudly
enough
,
even
if
it
had
been
,
for
him
,
incomprehensible
.
At
last
,
a
draught
of
cool
air
blew
in
his
face
as
if
a
gap
had
been
torn
out
in
the
wall
in
front
of
him
,
and
next
to
him
he
heard
someone
say
,
"
First
he
says
he
wants
to
go
,
and
then
you
can
tell
him
a
hundred
times
that
this
is
the
way
out
and
he
does
n't
move
.
"
K.
became
aware
that
he
was
standing
in
front
of
the
way
out
,
and
that
the
young
woman
had
opened
the
door
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
all
his
strength
returned
to
him
at
once
,
and
to
get
a
foretaste
of
freedom
he
stepped
straight
on
to
one
of
the
stairs
and
took
his
leave
there
of
his
companions
,
who
bowed
to
him
.
"
Thank
you
very
much
,
"
he
repeated
,
shook
their
hands
once
more
and
did
not
let
go
until
he
thought
he
saw
that
they
found
it
hard
to
bear
the
comparatively
fresh
air
from
the
stairway
after
being
so
long
used
to
the
air
in
the
offices
.
They
were
hardly
able
to
reply
,
and
the
young
woman
might
even
have
fallen
over
if
K.
had
not
shut
the
door
extremely
fast
.
K.
then
stood
still
for
a
while
,
combed
his
hair
with
the
help
of
a
pocket
mirror
,
picked
up
his
hat
from
the
next
stair
-
the
information-giver
must
have
thrown
it
down
there
-
and
then
he
ran
down
the
steps
so
fresh
and
in
such
long
leaps
that
the
contrast
with
his
previous
state
nearly
frightened
him
.
His
normally
sturdy
state
of
health
had
never
prepared
him
for
surprises
such
as
this
Did
his
body
want
to
revolt
and
cause
him
a
new
trial
as
he
was
bearing
the
old
one
with
such
little
effort
?
He
did
not
quite
reject
the
idea
that
he
should
see
a
doctor
the
next
time
he
had
the
chance
,
but
whatever
he
did
-
and
this
was
something
on
which
he
could
advise
himself
-
he
wanted
to
spend
all
Sunday
mornings
in
future
better
than
he
had
spent
this
one
.
For
some
time
after
this
,
K.
found
it
impossible
to
exchange
even
just
a
few
words
with
Miss
Bürstner
.
He
tried
to
reach
her
in
many
and
various
ways
but
she
always
found
a
way
to
avoid
it
.
He
would
come
straight
home
from
the
office
,
remain
in
her
room
without
the
light
on
,
and
sit
on
the
sofa
with
nothing
more
to
distract
him
than
keeping
watch
on
the
empty
hallway
.
If
the
maid
went
by
and
closed
the
door
of
the
apparently
empty
room
he
would
get
up
after
a
while
and
open
it
again
.
He
got
up
an
hour
earlier
than
usual
in
the
morning
so
that
he
might
perhaps
find
Miss
Bürstner
alone
as
she
went
to
the
office
.
But
none
of
these
efforts
brought
any
success
.
Then
he
wrote
her
a
letter
,
both
to
the
office
and
the
flat
,
attempting
once
more
to
justify
his
behaviour
,
offered
to
make
whatever
amends
he
could
,
promised
never
to
cross
whatever
boundary
she
might
set
him
and
begged
merely
to
have
the
chance
to
speak
to
her
some
time
,
especially
as
he
was
unable
to
do
anything
with
Mrs.
Grubach
either
until
he
had
spoken
with
Miss
Bürstner
,
he
finally
informed
her
that
the
following
Sunday
he
would
stay
in
his
room
all
day
waiting
for
a
sign
from
her
that
there
was
some
hope
of
his
request
being
fulfilled
,
or
at
least
that
she
would
explain
to
him
why
she
could
not
fulfil
it
even
though
he
had
promised
to
observe
whatever
stipulations
she
might
make
.
The
letters
were
not
returned
,
but
there
was
no
answer
either
.
However
,
on
the
following
Sunday
there
was
a
sign
that
seemed
clear
enough
.
It
was
still
early
when
K.
noticed
,
through
the
keyhole
,
that
there
was
an
unusual
level
of
activity
in
the
hallway
which
soon
abated
.
A
French
teacher
,
although
she
was
German
and
called
Montag
,
a
pale
and
febrile
girl
with
a
slight
limp
who
had
previously
occupied
a
room
of
her
own
,
was
moving
into
Miss
Bürstner
's
room
.
She
could
be
seen
shuffling
through
the
hallway
for
several
hours
,
there
was
always
another
piece
of
clothing
or
a
blanket
or
a
book
that
she
had
forgotten
and
had
to
be
fetched
specially
and
brought
into
the
new
home
.
When
Mrs.
Grubach
brought
K.
his
breakfast
-
ever
since
the
time
when
she
had
made
K.
so
cross
she
did
n't
trust
the
maid
to
do
the
slightest
job
-
he
had
no
choice
but
to
speak
to
her
,
for
the
first
time
in
five
days
.
"
Why
is
there
so
much
noise
in
the
hallway
today
?
"
he
asked
as
she
poured
his
coffee
out
,
"
Ca
n't
something
be
done
about
it
?
Does
this
clearing
out
have
to
be
done
on
a
Sunday
?
"
K.
did
not
look
up
at
Mrs.
Grubach
,
but
he
saw
nonetheless
that
she
seemed
to
feel
some
relief
as
she
breathed
in
.
Even
sharp
questions
like
this
from
Mr.
K.
she
perceived
as
forgiveness
,
or
as
the
beginning
of
forgiveness
.
"
We
're
not
clearing
anything
out
,
Mr.
K.
,
"
she
said
,
"
it
's
just
that
Miss
Montag
is
moving
in
with
Miss
Bürstner
and
is
moving
her
things
across
.
"
She
said
nothing
more
,
but
just
waited
to
see
how
K.
would
take
it
and
whether
he
would
allow
her
to
carry
on
speaking
.
But
K.
kept
her
in
uncertainty
,
took
the
spoon
and
pensively
stirred
his
coffee
while
he
remained
silent
.
Then
he
looked
up
at
her
and
said
,
"
What
about
the
suspicions
you
had
earlier
about
Miss
Bürstner
,
have
you
given
them
up
?
"
"
Mr.
K.
,
"
called
Mrs.
Grubach
,
who
had
been
waiting
for
this
very
question
,
as
she
put
her
hands
together
and
held
them
out
towards
him
.
"
I
just
made
a
chance
remark
and
you
took
it
so
badly
.
I
did
n't
have
the
slightest
intention
of
offending
anyone
,
not
you
or
anyone
else
.
You
've
known
me
for
long
enough
,
Mr.
K.
,
I
'm
sure
you
're
convinced
of
that
.
You
do
n't
know
how
I
've
been
suffering
for
the
past
few
days
!
That
I
should
tell
lies
about
my
tenants
!
And
you
,
Mr.
K.
,
you
believed
it
!
And
said
I
should
give
you
notice
!
Give
you
notice
!
"
At
this
last
outcry
,
Mrs.
Grubach
was
already
choking
back
her
tears
,
she
raised
her
apron
to
her
face
and
blubbered
out
loud
.
