she asked. “It was terrible” said K., although his mind was no longer on the subject, he had become totally absorbed by Miss B�rstner's gaze who was supporting her chin on one hand - the elbow rested on the cushion of the ottoman - and slowly stroking her hip with the other. “That's too vague,” said Miss B�rstner. “What's too vague?” asked K. Then he remembered himself and asked, “Would you like me to show you what it was like?” He wanted to move in some way but did not want to leave. “I'm already tired,” said Miss B�rstner.

“You arrived back so late,” said K. “Now you've started telling me off. Well I suppose I deserve it as I shouldn't have let you in here in the first place, and it turns out there wasn't even any point.” “Oh,