opened the door. It was a small, wizened man with a full beard, he held a candle in his hand. “Do you work here?” asked K. “No,” answered the man, “I don't belong here at all, the lawyer is only representing me, I'm here on legal business.” “Without your coat?” asked K., indicating the man's deficiency of dress with a gesture of his hand. “Oh, do forgive me!” said the man, and he looked at himself in the light of the candle he was holding as if he had not known about his appearance until then. “Is Leni your lover?” asked K. curtly. He had set his legs slightly apart, his hands, in which he held his hat, were behind his back.

Merely by being in possession of a thick overcoat he felt his advantage over this thin little man. “Oh God,” he said