She was showing an inquisitiveness that really made it seem like she was going senile. “I want to see Mrs. Grubach �,” said K., making a movement as if tearing himself away from the two men - even though they were standing well away from him - and wanted to go. “No,” said the man at the window, who threw his book down on a coffee table and stood up. “You can't go away when you're under arrest.” “That's how it seems,” said K. “And why am I under arrest?” he then asked. “That's something we're not allowed to tell you. Go into your room and wait there. Proceedings are underway and you'll learn about everything all in good time. It's not really part of my job to be friendly towards you like this, but I hope no-one, apart from Franz, will hear about it, and he's been more friendly towards you than