who had remained in the doorway. Through the open window he noticed the old woman again, who had come close to the window opposite so that she could continue to see everything.
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.