room. As far as could be seen, everything was indeed in its place, not even the blouse was hanging on the window handle. The pillows on the bed looked remarkably plump as they lay half in the moonlight. “Miss B�rstner often comes home late,” said K., looking at Mrs. Grubach as if that were her responsibility. “That's how young people are!” said Mrs. Grubach to excuse herself. “Of course, of course,” said K., “but it can be taken too far.” “Yes, it can be,” said Mrs. Grubach, “you're so right, Mr.

K. Perhaps it is in this case. I certainly wouldn't want to say anything nasty about Miss B�rstner, she is a good, sweet girl, friendly, tidy, punctual, works hard, I appreciate all that very much, but one thing is true, she ought to have more pride, be a bit less