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some extent have acknowledged their authority by doing so, but that
didn't seem important to him at the time. That, at least, is how the
stranger took it, as he said, "Don't you think you'd better stay where you
are?" "I want neither to stay here nor to be spoken to by you until you've
introduced yourself." "I meant it for your own good," said the stranger
and opened the door, this time without being asked. The next room,
which K. entered more slowly than he had intended, looked at first
glance exactly the same as it had the previous evening. It was Mrs.
Grubach's living room, over-filled with furniture, tablecloths, porcelain
and photographs. Perhaps there was a little more space in there than
usual today, but if so it was not immediately obvious, especially as the
main difference was the presence of a man sitting by the open window
with a book from which he now looked up. "You should have stayed in
your room! Didn't Franz tell you?" "And what is it you want, then?" said
K., looking back and forth between this new acquaintance and the one
named Franz, who had remained in the doorway. Through the open
window he noticed the old woman again, who had come close to the
window opposite so that she could continue to see everything. She was
showing an inquisitiveness that really made it seem like she was going
senile. "I want to see Mrs. Grubach É ," said K., making a movement as
if tearing himself away from the two men - even though they were
standing well away from him - and wanted to go. "No," said the man at
the window, who threw his book down on a coffee table and stood up.
"You can't go away when you're under arrest." "That's how it seems,"
said K. "And why am I under arrest?" he then asked. "That's something
we're not allowed to tell you. Go into your room and wait there. Pro-
ceedings are underway and you'll learn about everything all in good
time. It's not really part of my job to be friendly towards you like this,
but I hope no-one, apart from Franz, will hear about it, and he's been
more friendly towards you than he should have been, under the rules,
himself. If you carry on having as much good luck as you have been with
your arresting officers then you can reckon on things going well with
you." K. wanted to sit down, but then he saw that, apart from the chair
by the window, there was nowhere anywhere in the room where he
could sit. "You'll get the chance to see for yourself how true all this is,"
said Franz and both men then walked up to K. They were significantly
bigger than him, especially the second man, who frequently slapped him
on the shoulder. The two of them felt K.'s nightshirt, and said he would
now have to wear one that was of much lower quality, but that they
would keep the nightshirt along with his other underclothes and return