The Trial by Franz Kafka Chapter 1 Page 35

that's what I've done and now I've seen how you've taken it. That's enough for one day and we can take our leave of each other, for the time being at least. I expect you'll want to go in to the bank now, won't you.” “In to the bank?” asked K., “I thought I was under arrest.” K. said this with a certain amount of defiance as, although his handshake had not been accepted, he was feeling more independent of all these people, especially since the supervisor had stood up. He was playing with them. If they left, he had decided he would run after them and offer to let them arrest him.

That's why he even repeated, “How can I go in to the bank when I'm under arrest?” “I see you've misunderstood me,” said the supervisor who was already at the door. “It's true that you're