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The
judge
had
become
quite
cross
but
seemed
to
have
no
power
over
those
below
him
in
the
hall
,
he
tried
to
reduce
what
harm
had
been
done
in
the
gallery
and
jumped
up
threatening
them
,
his
eyebrows
,
until
then
hardly
remarkable
,
pushed
themselves
up
and
became
big
,
black
and
bushy
over
his
eyes
.
The
left
hand
side
of
the
hall
was
still
quiet
,
though
,
the
people
stood
there
in
rows
with
their
faces
looking
towards
the
podium
listening
to
what
was
being
said
there
,
they
observed
the
noise
from
the
other
side
of
the
hall
with
the
same
quietness
and
even
allowed
some
individuals
from
their
own
ranks
,
here
and
there
,
to
go
forward
into
the
other
faction
.
The
people
in
the
left
faction
were
not
only
fewer
in
number
than
the
right
but
probably
were
no
more
important
than
them
,
although
their
behaviour
was
calmer
and
that
made
it
seem
like
they
were
.
When
K.
now
began
to
speak
he
was
convinced
he
was
doing
it
in
the
same
way
as
them
.
"
Your
question
,
My
Lord
,
as
to
whether
I
am
a
house
painter
-
in
fact
even
more
than
that
,
you
did
not
ask
at
all
but
merely
imposed
it
on
me
-
is
symptomatic
of
the
whole
way
these
proceedings
against
me
are
being
carried
out
.
Perhaps
you
will
object
that
there
are
no
proceedings
against
me
.
You
will
be
quite
right
,
as
there
are
proceedings
only
if
I
acknowledge
that
there
are
.
But
,
for
the
moment
,
I
do
acknowledge
it
,
out
of
pity
for
yourselves
to
a
large
extent
.
It
's
impossible
not
to
observe
all
this
business
without
feeling
pity
.
I
do
n't
say
things
are
being
done
without
due
care
but
I
would
like
to
make
it
clear
that
it
is
I
who
make
the
acknowledgement
.
"
K.
stopped
speaking
and
looked
down
into
the
hall
.
He
had
spoken
sharply
,
more
sharply
than
he
had
intended
,
but
he
had
been
quite
right
.
It
should
have
been
rewarded
with
some
applause
here
and
there
but
everything
was
quiet
,
they
were
all
clearly
waiting
for
what
would
follow
,
perhaps
the
quietness
was
laying
the
ground
for
an
outbreak
of
activity
that
would
bring
this
whole
affair
to
an
end
.
It
was
somewhat
disturbing
that
just
then
the
door
at
the
end
of
the
hall
opened
,
the
young
washerwoman
,
who
seemed
to
have
finished
her
work
,
came
in
and
,
despite
all
her
caution
,
attracted
the
attention
of
some
of
the
people
there
.
It
was
only
the
judge
who
gave
K.
any
direct
pleasure
,
as
he
seemed
to
have
been
immediately
struck
by
K.
's
words
.
Until
then
,
he
had
listened
to
him
standing
,
as
K.
's
speech
had
taken
him
by
surprise
while
he
was
directing
his
attention
to
the
gallery
.
Now
,
in
the
pause
,
he
sat
down
very
slowly
,
as
if
he
did
not
want
anyone
to
notice
.
He
took
out
the
notebook
again
,
probably
so
that
he
could
give
the
impression
of
being
calmer
.
"
That
wo
n't
help
you
,
sir
,
"
continued
K.
,
"
even
your
little
book
will
only
confirm
what
I
say
.
"
K.
was
satisfied
to
hear
nothing
but
his
own
quiet
words
in
this
room
full
of
strangers
,
and
he
even
dared
casually
to
pick
up
the
examining
judge
's
notebook
and
,
touching
it
only
with
the
tips
of
his
fingers
as
if
it
were
something
revolting
,
lifted
it
in
the
air
,
holding
it
just
by
one
of
the
middle
pages
so
that
the
others
on
each
side
of
it
,
closely
written
,
blotted
and
yellowing
,
flapped
down
.
"
Those
are
the
official
notes
of
the
examining
judge
,
"
he
said
,
and
let
the
notebook
fall
down
onto
the
desk
.
"
You
can
read
in
your
book
as
much
as
you
like
,
sir
,
I
really
do
n't
have
anything
in
this
charge
book
to
be
afraid
of
,
even
though
I
do
n't
have
access
to
it
as
I
would
n't
want
it
in
my
hand
,
I
can
only
touch
it
with
two
fingers
.
"
The
judge
grabbed
the
notebook
from
where
it
had
fallen
on
the
desk
-
which
could
only
have
been
a
sign
of
his
deep
humiliation
,
or
at
least
that
is
how
it
must
have
been
perceived
-
tried
to
tidy
it
up
a
little
,
and
held
it
once
more
in
front
of
himself
in
order
to
read
from
it
.
The
people
in
the
front
row
looked
up
at
him
,
showing
such
tension
on
their
faces
that
he
looked
back
down
at
them
for
some
time
.
Every
one
of
them
was
an
old
man
,
some
of
them
with
white
beards
.
Could
they
perhaps
be
the
crucial
group
who
could
turn
the
whole
assembly
one
way
or
the
other
?
They
had
sunk
into
a
state
of
motionlessness
while
K.
gave
his
oration
,
and
it
had
not
been
possible
to
raise
them
from
this
passivity
even
when
the
judge
was
being
humiliated
.
"
What
has
happened
to
me
,
"
continued
K.
,
with
less
of
the
vigour
he
had
had
earlier
,
he
continually
scanned
the
faces
in
the
first
row
,
and
this
gave
his
address
a
somewhat
nervous
and
distracted
character
,
"
what
has
happened
to
me
is
not
just
an
isolated
case
.
If
it
were
it
would
not
be
of
much
importance
as
it
's
not
of
much
importance
to
me
,
but
it
is
a
symptom
of
proceedings
which
are
carried
out
against
many
.
It
's
on
behalf
of
them
that
I
stand
here
now
,
not
for
myself
alone
.
"
Without
having
intended
it
,
he
had
raised
his
voice
.
Somewhere
in
the
hall
,
someone
raised
his
hands
and
applauded
him
shouting
,
"
Bravo
!
Why
not
then
?
Bravo
!
Again
I
say
,
Bravo
!
"
Some
of
the
men
in
the
first
row
groped
around
in
their
beards
,
none
of
them
looked
round
to
see
who
was
shouting
.
Not
even
K.
thought
him
of
any
importance
but
it
did
raise
his
spirits
;
he
no
longer
thought
it
at
all
necessary
that
all
of
those
in
the
hall
should
applaud
him
,
it
was
enough
if
the
majority
of
them
began
to
think
about
the
matter
and
if
only
one
of
them
,
now
and
then
,
was
persuaded
.
