“My room?” asked Miss Bürstner, and instead of looking round the room scrutinised K. “It is true,” said K., and now, for the first time, they looked each other in the eyes, “there's no point in saying exactly how this came about.” “But that's the interesting thing about it,” said Miss Bürstner. “No,” said K. “Well then,” said Miss Bürstner, “I don't want to force my way into any secrets, if you insist that it's of no interest I won't insist.
I'm quite happy to forgive you for it, as you ask, especially as I can't see anything at all that's been left untidy.” With her hand laid flat on her lower hip, she made a tour around the room. At the mat where the photographs were she stopped. “Look at this!”