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Arrest - Conversation with Mrs. Grubach - Then Miss Bürstner
,whohadbeenlostinhisthoughtsinthehallway,walkingupanddownloudlyasifitwerehisownroom,fledbehindhisdoor.MissBürstnerhadarrived.Shivering,shepulledasilkshawloverherslendershouldersasshelockedthedoor.Thenextmomentshewouldcertainlygointoherroom,whereK.oughtnottointrudeinthemiddleofthenight;thatmeanthewouldhavetospeaktohernow,but,unfortunately,hehadnotputtheelectriclightoninhisroomsothatwhenhesteppedoutofthedarkitwouldgivetheimpressionofbeinganattackandwouldcertainly,attheveryleast,havebeenquitealarming.Therewasnotimetolose,andinhishelplessnesshewhisperedthroughthecrackofthedoor,"MissBürstner."Itsoundedlikehewaspleadingwithher,notcallingtoher."Istheresomeonethere?"askedMissBürstner,lookingroundwithhereyeswideopen."It’sme,"saidK.andcameout."Oh,Mr.K.!"saidMissBürstnerwithasmile."GoodEvening,"andofferedhimherhand."Iwantedtohaveawordwithyou,ifyouwouldallowme?""Now?"askedMissBürstner,"doesithavetobenow?Itisalittleodd,isn’tit?""I’vebeenwaitingforyousincenineo’clock.""Well,Iwasatthetheatre,Ididn’tknowanythingaboutyouwaitingforme.""ThereasonIneedtospeaktoyouonlycameuptoday""Isee,wellIdon’tseewhynot,Isuppose,apartfrombeingsotiredIcoulddrop.Comeintomyroomforafewminutesthen.Wecertainlycan’ttalkouthere,we’dwakeeveryoneupandIthinkthatwouldbemoreunpleasantforusthanforthem.
