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Arrest - Conversation with Mrs. Grubach - Then Miss Bürstner
Now,herbedsidetablehadbeenpulledintothemiddleoftheroomtobeusedasadeskfortheseproceedings,andthesupervisorsatbehindit.Hehadhislegscrossed,andhadthrownonearmoverthebackrestofthechair.
InonecorneroftheroomtherewerethreeyoungpeoplelookingatthephotographsbelongingtoMissBürstnerthathadbeenputintoapieceoffabriconthewall.Hunguponthehandleoftheopenwindowwasawhiteblouse.Atthewindowacrossthestreet,therewastheoldpairagain,althoughnowtheirnumberhadincreased,asbehindthem,andfartallerthantheywere,stoodamanwithanopenshirtthatshowedhischestandareddishgoateebeardwhichhesqueezedandtwistedwithhisfingers."JosefK.?"askedthesupervisor,perhapsmerelytoattractK.’sattentionashelookedroundtheroom.K.nodded."Idaresayyouwerequitesurprisedbyallthat’sbeentakingplacethismorning,"saidthesupervisoras,withbothhands,hepushedawaythefewitemsonthebedsidetable-thecandleandboxofmatches,abookandapincushionwhichlaythereasiftheywerethingshewouldneedforhisownbusiness."Certainly,"saidK.,andhebegantofeelrelaxednowthat,atlast,hestoodinfrontofsomeonewithsomesense,someonewithwhomhewouldbeabletotalkabouthissituation."CertainlyI’msurprised,butI’mnotinanywayverysurprised.""You’renotverysurprised?"askedthesupervisor,ashepositionedthecandleinthemiddleofthetableandtheotherthingsinagrouparoundit.
