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himself
looked
on
calmly
,
he
was
not
even
disappointed
at
finding
the
lawyer
unwell
,
he
had
been
able
to
do
nothing
to
oppose
the
enthusiasm
his
uncle
had
developed
for
the
matter
,
he
was
glad
that
this
enthusiasm
had
now
been
distracted
without
his
having
to
do
anything
about
it
.
His
uncle
,
probably
simply
wishing
to
be
offensive
to
the
lawyer
's
attendant
,
then
said
,
"
Young
lady
,
now
please
leave
us
alone
for
a
while
,
I
have
some
personal
matters
to
discuss
with
my
friend
.
"
Dr.
Huld
's
carer
was
still
leant
far
over
the
invalid
's
bed
and
smoothing
out
the
cloth
covering
the
wall
next
to
it
,
she
merely
turned
her
head
and
then
,
in
striking
contrast
with
the
anger
that
first
stopped
K.
's
uncle
from
speaking
and
then
let
the
words
out
in
a
gush
,
she
said
very
quietly
,
"
You
can
see
that
Dr.
Huld
is
so
ill
that
he
ca
n't
discuss
any
matters
at
all
.
"
It
was
probably
just
for
the
sake
of
convenience
that
she
had
repeated
the
words
spoken
by
K.
's
uncle
,
but
an
onlooker
might
even
have
perceived
it
as
mocking
him
and
he
,
of
course
,
jumped
up
as
if
he
had
just
been
stabbed
.
"
You
damned
...
,
"
in
the
first
gurglings
of
his
excitement
his
words
could
hardly
be
understood
,
K.
was
startled
even
though
he
had
been
expecting
something
of
the
sort
and
ran
to
his
uncle
with
the
intention
,
no
doubt
,
of
closing
his
mouth
with
both
his
hands
.
Fortunately
,
though
,
behind
the
girl
,
the
invalid
raised
himself
up
,
K.
's
uncle
made
an
ugly
face
as
if
swallowing
something
disgusting
and
then
,
somewhat
calmer
,
said
,
"
We
have
naturally
not
lost
our
senses
,
not
yet
;
if
what
I
am
asking
for
were
not
possible
I
would
not
be
asking
for
it
.
Now
please
,
go
!
"
The
carer
stood
up
straight
by
the
bed
directly
facing
K.
's
uncle
,
K.
thought
he
noticed
that
with
one
hand
she
was
stroking
the
lawyer
's
hand
.
"
You
can
say
anything
in
front
of
Leni
,
"
said
the
invalid
,
in
a
tone
that
was
unmistakably
imploring
.
"
It
's
not
my
business
,
"
said
K.
's
uncle
,
"
and
it
's
not
my
secrets
.
"
And
he
twisted
himself
round
as
if
wanting
to
go
into
no
more
negotiations
but
giving
himself
a
little
more
time
to
think
.
"
Whose
business
is
it
then
?
"
asked
the
lawyer
in
an
exhausted
voice
as
he
leant
back
again
.
"
My
nephew
's
,
"
said
K.
's
uncle
,
"
and
I
've
brought
him
along
with
me
.
"
And
he
introduced
him
,
"
Chief
Clerk
Josef
K.
"
"
Oh
!
"
said
the
invalid
,
now
with
much
more
life
in
him
,
and
reached
out
his
hand
towards
K.
"
Do
forgive
me
,
I
did
n't
notice
you
there
at
all
.
"
Then
he
then
said
to
his
carer
,
"
Leni
,
go
,
"
stretching
his
hand
out
to
her
as
if
this
were
a
farewell
that
would
have
to
last
for
a
long
time
.
This
time
the
girl
offered
no
resistance
.
"
So
you
,
"
he
finally
said
to
K.
's
uncle
,
who
had
also
calmed
down
and
stepped
closer
,
"
you
have
n't
come
to
visit
me
because
I
'm
ill
but
you
've
come
on
business
.
"
The
lawyer
now
looked
so
much
stronger
that
it
seemed
the
idea
of
being
visited
because
he
was
ill
had
somehow
made
him
weak
,
he
remained
supporting
himself
of
one
elbow
,
which
must
have
been
rather
tiring
,
and
continually
pulled
at
a
lock
of
hair
in
the
middle
of
his
beard
.
"
You
already
look
much
better
,
"
said
K.
's
uncle
,
"
now
that
that
witch
has
gone
outside
.
"
He
interrupted
himself
,
whispered
,
"
I
bet
you
she
's
listening
!
"
and
sprang
over
to
the
door
.
But
behind
the
door
there
was
no-one
,
K.
's
uncle
came
back
not
disappointed
,
as
her
not
listening
seemed
to
him
worse
than
if
she
had
been
,
but
probably
somewhat
embittered
.
"
You
're
mistaken
about
her
,
"
said
the
lawyer
,
but
did
nothing
more
to
defend
her
;
perhaps
that
was
his
way
of
indicating
that
she
did
not
need
defending
.
But
in
a
tone
that
was
much
more
committed
he
went
on
,
"
As
far
as
your
nephew
's
affairs
are
concerned
,
this
will
be
an
extremely
difficult
undertaking
and
I
'd
count
myself
lucky
if
my
strength
lasted
out
long
enough
for
it
;
I
'm
greatly
afraid
it
wo
n't
do
,
but
anyway
I
do
n't
want
to
leave
anything
untried
;
if
I
do
n't
last
out
you
can
always
get
somebody
else
.
To
be
honest
,
this
matter
interests
me
too
much
,
and
I
ca
n't
bring
myself
to
give
up
the
chance
of
taking
some
part
in
it
.
If
my
heart
does
totally
give
out
then
at
least
it
will
have
found
a
worthy
affair
to
fail
in
.
"
K.
believed
he
understood
not
a
word
of
this
entire
speech
,
he
looked
at
his
uncle
for
an
explanation
but
his
uncle
sat
on
the
bedside
table
with
the
candle
in
his
hand
,
a
medicine
bottle
had
rolled
off
the
table
onto
the
floor
,
he
nodded
to
everything
the
lawyer
said
,
agreed
to
everything
,
and
now
and
then
looked
at
K.
urging
him
to
show
the
same
compliance
.
Maybe
K.
's
uncle
had
already
told
the
lawyer
about
the
trial
.
But
that
was
impossible
,
everything
that
had
happened
so
far
spoke
against
it
.
So
he
said
,
"
I
do
n't
understand
...
"
"
Well
,
maybe
I
've
misunderstood
what
you
've
been
saying
,
"
said
the
lawyer
,
just
as
astonished
and
embarrassed
as
K.
"
Perhaps
I
've
been
going
too
fast
.
What
was
it
you
wanted
to
speak
to
me
about
?
I
thought
it
was
to
do
with
your
trial
.
"
"
Of
course
it
is
,
"
said
K.
's
uncle
,
who
then
asked
K.
,
"
So
what
is
it
you
want
?
"
"
Yes
,
but
how
is
it
that
you
know
anything
about
me
and
my
case
?
"
asked
K.
"
Oh
,
I
see
,
"
said
the
lawyer
with
a
smile
.
"
I
am
a
lawyer
,
I
move
in
court
circles
,
people
talk
about
various
different
cases
and
the
more
interesting
ones
stay
in
your
mind
,
especially
when
they
concern
the
nephew
of
a
friend
.
There
's
nothing
very
remarkable
about
that
.
"
"
What
is
it
you
want
,
then
?
"
asked
K.
's
uncle
once
more
,
"
You
seem
so
uneasy
about
it
"
"
You
move
in
this
court
's
circles
?
"
asked
K.
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
lawyer
.
"
You
're
asking
questions
like
a
child
,
"
said
K.
's
uncle
.
"
What
circles
should
I
move
in
,
then
,
if
not
with
members
of
my
own
discipline
?
"
the
lawyer
added
.
It
sounded
so
indisputable
that
K.
gave
no
answer
at
all
.
"
But
you
work
in
the
High
Court
,
not
that
court
in
the
attic
,
"
he
had
wanted
to
say
but
could
not
bring
himself
to
actually
utter
it
.
"
You
have
to
realise
,
"
the
lawyer
continued
,
in
a
tone
as
if
he
were
explaining
something
obvious
,
unnecessary
and
incidental
,
"
you
have
to
realise
that
I
also
derive
great
advantage
for
my
clients
from
mixing
with
those
people
,
and
do
so
in
many
different
ways
,
it
's
not
something
you
can
keep
talking
about
all
the
time
.
I
'm
at
a
bit
of
a
disadvantage
now
,
of
course
,
because
of
my
illness
,
but
I
still
get
visits
from
some
good
friends
of
mine
at
the
court
and
I
learn
one
or
two
things
.
It
might
even
be
that
I
learn
more
than
many
of
those
who
are
in
the
best
of
health
and
spend
all
day
in
court
.
And
I
'm
receiving
a
very
welcome
visit
right
now
,
for
instance
.
"
And
he
pointed
into
a
dark
corner
of
the
room
.
"
Where
?
"
asked
K.
,
almost
uncouth
in
his
surprise
.
He
looked
round
uneasily
;
the
little
candle
gave
off
far
too
little
light
to
reach
as
far
as
the
wall
opposite
.
And
then
,
something
did
indeed
begin
to
move
there
in
the
corner
.
In
the
light
of
the
candle
held
up
by
K.
's
uncle
an
elderly
gentleman
could
be
seen
sitting
beside
a
small
table
.
He
had
been
sitting
there
for
so
long
without
being
noticed
that
he
could
hardly
have
been
breathing
.
Now
he
stood
up
with
a
great
deal
of
fuss
,
clearly
unhappy
that
attention
had
been
drawn
to
him
.
It
was
as
if
,
by
flapping
his
hands
about
like
short
wings
,
he
hoped
to
deflect
any
introductions
and
greetings
,
as
if
he
wanted
on
no
account
to
disturb
the
others
by
his
presence
and
seemed
to
be
exhorting
them
to
leave
him
back
in
the
dark
and
forget
about
his
being
there
.
That
,
however
,
was
something
that
could
no
longer
be
granted
him
.
"
You
took
us
by
surprise
,
you
see
,
"
said
the
lawyer
in
explanation
,
cheerfully
indicating
to
the
gentleman
that
he
should
come
closer
,
which
,
slowly
,
hesitatingly
,
looking
all
around
him
,
but
with
a
certain
dignity
,
he
did
.
"
The
office
director
-
oh
,
yes
,
forgive
me
,
I
have
n't
introduced
you
-
this
is
my
friend
Albert
K.
,
this
is
his
nephew
,
the
chief
clerk
Josef
K.
,
and
this
is
the
office
director
-
so
,
the
office
director
was
kind
enough
to
pay
me
a
visit
.
It
's
only
possible
to
appreciate
just
how
valuable
a
visit
like
this
is
if
you
've
been
let
into
the
secret
of
what
a
pile
of
work
the
office
director
has
heaped
over
him
.
Well
,
he
came
anyway
,
we
were
having
a
peaceful
chat
,
as
far
as
I
was
able
when
I
'm
so
weak
,
and
although
we
had
n't
told
Leni
she
must
n't
let
anyone
in
as
we
were
n't
expecting
anyone
,
we
still
would
rather
have
remained
alone
,
but
then
along
came
you
,
Albert
,
thumping
your
fists
on
the
door
,
the
office
director
moved
over
into
the
corner
pulling
his
table
and
chair
with
him
,
but
now
it
turns
out
we
might
have
,
that
is
,
if
that
's
what
you
wish
,
we
might
have
something
to
discuss
with
each
other
and
it
would
be
good
if
we
can
all
come
back
together
again
.
-
Office
director
...
,
"
he
said
with
his
head
on
one
side
,
pointing
with
a
humble
smile
to
an
armchair
near
the
bed
.
"
I
'm
afraid
I
'll
only
be
able
to
stay
a
few
minutes
more
,
"
smiled
the
office
director
as
he
spread
himself
out
in
the
armchair
and
looked
at
the
clock
.
"
Business
calls
.
But
I
would
n't
want
to
miss
the
chance
of
meeting
a
friend
of
my
friend
.
"
He
inclined
his
head
slightly
toward
K.
's
uncle
,
who
seemed
very
happy
with
his
new
acquaintance
,
but
he
was
not
the
sort
of
person
to
express
his
feelings
of
deference
and
responded
to
the
office
director
's
words
with
embarrassed
,
but
loud
,
laughter
.
A
horrible
sight
!
K.
was
able
to
quietly
watch
everything
as
nobody
paid
any
attention
to
him
,
the
office
director
took
over
as
leader
of
the
conversation
as
seemed
to
be
his
habit
once
he
had
been
called
forward
,
the
lawyer
listened
attentively
with
his
hand
to
his
ear
,
his
initial
weakness
having
perhaps
only
had
the
function
of
driving
away
his
new
visitors
,
K.
's
uncle
served
as
candle-bearer
-
balancing
the
candle
on
his
thigh
while
the
office
director
frequently
glanced
nervously
at
it
-
and
was
soon
free
of
his
embarrassment
and
was
quickly
enchanted
not
only
by
the
office
director
's
speaking
manner
but
also
by
the
gentle
,
waving
hand-movements
with
which
he
accompanied
it
.
K.
,
leaning
against
the
bedpost
,
was
totally
ignored
by
the
office
director
,
perhaps
deliberately
,
and
served
the
old
man
only
as
audience
.
And
besides
,
he
had
hardly
any
idea
what
the
conversation
was
about
and
his
thoughts
soon
turned
to
the
care
assistant
and
the
ill
treatment
she
had
suffered
from
his
uncle
.
Soon
after
,
he
began
to
wonder
whether
he
had
not
seen
the
office
director
somewhere
before
,
perhaps
among
the
people
who
were
at
his
first
hearing
.
He
may
have
been
mistaken
,
but
thought
the
office
director
might
well
have
been
among
the
old
gentlemen
with
the
thin
beards
in
the
first
row
.
There
was
then
a
noise
that
everyone
heard
from
the
hallway
as
if
something
of
porcelain
were
being
broken
.
"
I
'll
go
and
see
what
's
happened
,
"
said
K.
,
who
slowly
left
the
room
as
if
giving
the
others
the
chance
to
stop
him
.
He
had
hardly
stepped
into
the
hallway
,
finding
his
bearings
in
the
darkness
with
his
hand
still
firmly
holding
the
door
,
when
another
small
hand
,
much
smaller
than
K.
's
own
,
placed
itself
on
his
and
gently
shut
the
door
.
It
was
the
carer
who
had
been
waiting
there
.
"
Nothing
has
happened
,
"
she
whispered
to
him
,
"
I
just
threw
a
plate
against
the
wall
to
get
you
out
of
there
.
"
"
I
was
thinking
about
you
,
as
well
,
"
replied
K.
uneasily
.
"
So
much
the
better
,
"
said
the
carer
.
"
Come
with
me
"
.
A
few
steps
along
,
they
came
to
a
frosted
glass
door
which
the
carer
opened
for
him
.
"
Come
in
here
,
"
she
said
.
It
was
clearly
the
lawyer
's
office
,
fitted
out
with
old
,
heavy
furniture
,
as
far
as
could
be
seen
in
the
moonlight
which
now
illuminated
just
a
small
,
rectangular
section
of
the
floor
by
each
of
the
three
big
windows
.
"
This
way
,
"
said
the
carer
,
pointing
to
a
dark
trunk
with
a
carved
,
wooden
backrest
.
When
he
had
sat
down
,
K.
continued
to
look
round
the
room
,
it
was
a
large
room
with
a
high
ceiling
,
the
clients
of
this
lawyer
for
the
poor
must
have
felt
quite
lost
in
it
.
K.
thought
he
could
see
the
little
steps
with
which
visitors
would
approach
the
massive
desk
.
But
then
he
forgot
about
all
of
this
and
had
eyes
only
for
the
carer
who
sat
very
close
beside
him
,
almost
pressing
him
against
the
armrest
.
"
I
did
think
,
"
she
said
"
you
would
come
out
here
to
me
by
yourself
without
me
having
to
call
you
first
.
It
was
odd
.
First
you
stare
at
me
as
soon
as
you
come
in
,
and
then
you
keep
me
waiting
.
And
you
ought
to
call
me
Leni
,
too
,
"
she
added
quickly
and
suddenly
,
as
if
no
moment
of
this
conversation
should
be
lost
.
"
Gladly
,
"
said
K.
"
But
as
for
its
being
odd
,
Leni
,
that
's
easy
to
explain
.
Firstly
,
I
had
to
listen
to
what
the
old
men
were
saying
and
could
n't
leave
without
a
good
reason
,
but
secondly
I
'm
not
a
bold
person
,
if
anything
I
'm
quite
shy
,
and
you
,
Leni
,
you
did
n't
really
look
like
you
could
be
won
over
in
one
stroke
,
either
.
"
"
That
's
not
it
,
"
said
Leni
,
laying
one
arm
on
the
armrest
and
looking
at
K.
,
"
you
did
n't
like
me
,
and
I
do
n't
suppose
you
like
me
now
,
either
.
"
"
Liking
would
n't
be
very
much
,
"
said
K.
,
evasively
.
"
Oh
!
"
she
exclaimed
with
a
smile
,
thus
making
use
of
K.
's
comment
to
gain
an
advantage
over
him
.
So
K.
remained
silent
for
a
while
.
By
now
,
he
had
become
used
to
the
darkness
in
the
room
and
was
able
to
make
out
various
fixtures
and
fittings
.
