with her apron and then knelt beside him to scratch off some wax that had dripped from the candle onto his trousers.

“You were about to tell me about the petty lawyers,” said K., shoving Leni's hand away with no further comment. “What's wrong with you today?” asked Leni, tapped him gently and carried on with what she had been doing. “Yes, the petty lawyers,” said the businessman, putting his hand to his brow as if thinking hard. K. wanted to help him and said, “You wanted immediate results and so went to the petty lawyers.” “Yes, that's right,” said the businessman, but did not continue with what he'd been saying. “Maybe he doesn't want to speak about it in front of Leni,” thought K., suppressing his impatience to hear the rest straight away, and stopped trying to press him.