The Trial by Franz Kafka Chapter 1 Page 52

her? Should I give her a message?” “I, er, I just wanted to have a few words with her.” “I'm afraid I don't know when she's coming in; she usually gets back late when she's been to the theatre.” “It really doesn't matter,” said K. his head hanging as he turned to the door to leave, “I just wanted to give her my apology for taking over her room today.” “There's no need for that, Mr. K., you're too conscientious, the young lady doesn't know anything about it, she hasn't been home since early this morning and everything's been tidied up again, you can see for yourself.” And she opened the door to Miss B�rstner's room.

“Thank you, I'll take your word for it,” said K, but went nonetheless over to the open door. The moon shone quietly into the unlit