she was German and called Montag, a pale and febrile girl with a slight limp who had previously occupied a room of her own, was moving into Miss B�rstner's room. She could be seen shuffling through the hallway for several hours, there was always another piece of clothing or a blanket or a book that she had forgotten and had to be fetched specially and brought into the new home.

When Mrs. Grubach brought K. his breakfast - ever since the time when she had made K.

so cross she didn't trust the maid to do the slightest job - he had no choice but to speak to her, for the first time in five days. “Why is there so much noise in the hallway today?” he asked as she poured his coffee out, “Can't something be done about it? Does this clearing out have to be done on a