The Trial by Franz Kafka Chapter 1 Page 3

already, but now he said to K., as if making his report “It is not possible.” “It would be the first time that's happened,” said K., as he jumped out of bed and quickly pulled on his trousers. “I want to see who that is in the next room, and why it is that Mrs. Grubach has let me be disturbed in this way.” It immediately occurred to him that he needn't have said this out loud, and that he must to some extent have acknowledged their authority by doing so, but that didn't seem important to him at the time. That, at least, is how the stranger took it, as he said, “Don't you think you'd better stay where you are?” “I want neither to stay here nor to be spoken to by you until you've introduced yourself.” “I meant it for your own good,” said the stranger and opened the door, this time without being asked.