The Trial by Franz Kafka Chapter 3 Page 45

ahead as far as the door.” “Come with me,” said K., “show me the way, I'll miss it, there are so many different ways here.” “It's the only way there is,” said the usher, who had now started to sound quite reproachful, “I can't go back with you again, I've got to hand in my report, and I've already lost a lot of time because of you as it is.” “Come with me!” K.

repeated, now somewhat sharper as if he had finally caught the usher out in a lie. “Don't shout like that,” whispered the usher, “there's offices all round us here. If you don't want to go back by yourself come on a bit further with me or else wait here till I've sorted out my report, then I'll be glad to go back with you again.” “No, no,” said K.