The Trial by Franz Kafka Chapter 3 Page 3

what's going on.” “I expect you're right,” said the woman, who had not understood exactly what he meant. “I'd better go away again, then,” said K. “Should I give a message to the examining judge?” asked the woman. “Do you know him, then?” asked K. “Of course I know him,” said the woman, “my husband is the court usher.” It was only now that K. noticed that the room, which before had held nothing but a wash-tub, had been fitted out as a living room.

The woman saw how surprised he was and said, “Yes, we're allowed to live here as we like, only we have to clear the room out when the court's in session. There's lots of disadvantages to my husband's job.” “It's not so much the room that surprises me,” said K.