The Trial Chapter 1 Page 46

he met a young lad in the doorway who was standing there, his legs apart and smoking a pipe. “Who are you?” immediately asked K., bringing his face close to the lad's, as it was hard to see in the half light of the landing. “I'm the landlord's son, sir,” answered the lad, taking the pipe from his mouth and stepping to one side. “The landlord's son?” asked K., and impatiently knocked on the ground with his stick.

“Did you want anything, sir? Would you like me to fetch my father?” “No, no,” said K., there was something forgiving in his voice, as if the boy had harmed him in some way and he was excusing him. “It's alright,” he said then, and went on, but before going up the stairs he turned round once more.