through the open door into the living room where it was also possible to see the courtroom, and finally asked K. whether he had just seen a woman there. “You're the court usher, aren't you?” asked K. “That's right,” said the man, “oh, yes, you're defendant K., I recognise you now as well. Nice to see you here.” And he offered K.

his hand, which was far from what K. had expected. And when K. said nothing, he added, “There's no court session planned for today, though.” “I know that,” said K. as he looked at the usher's civilian coat which, beside its ordinary buttons, displayed two gilded ones as the only sign of his office and seemed to have been taken from an old army officer's coat. “I was speaking with your wife a little while ago. She is no longer here.