trouble with his heart, is it?” “I think it is, sir,” said the girl, who by now had found time to go ahead with the candle and open the door into the room. In one corner of the room, where the light of the candle did not reach, a face with a long beard looked up from the bed.

“Leni, who's this coming in?” asked the lawyer, unable to recognise his guests because he was dazzled by the candle. “It's your old friend, Albert,” said K.'s uncle. “Oh, Albert,” said the lawyer, falling back onto his pillow as if this visit meant he would not need to keep up appearances. “Is it really as bad as that?” asked K.'s uncle, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I don't believe it is. It's a recurrence of your heart trouble and it'll pass over like the other times.”