than a small lamp hanging by the entrance. At the stove stood Leni, in a
white apron as always, breaking eggs into a pot standing on a spirit
lamp. "Good evening, Josef," she said with a glance sideways. "Good
evening," said K., pointing with one hand to a chair in a corner which
the businessman was to sit on, and he did indeed sit down on it. K.
however went very close behind Leni's back, leant over her shoulder and
asked, "Who is this man?" Leni put one hand around K. as she stirred the
soup with the other, she drew him forward toward herself and said, "He's
a pitiful character, a poor businessman by the name of Block. Just look
at him." The two of them looked back over their shoulders. The
businessman was sitting on the chair that K. had directed him to, he
had extinguished the candle whose light was no longer needed and pressed
on the wick with his fingers to stop the smoke. "You were in your
nightshirt," said K., putting his hand on her head and turning it back
towards the stove. She was silent. "Is he your lover?" asked K. She was
about to take hold of the pot of soup, but K. took both her hands and
said, "Answer me!" She said, "Come into the office, I'll explain
everything to you." "No," said K., "I want you to explain it here." She
put her arms around him and wanted to kiss him. K., though, pushed her
away and said, "I don't want you to kiss me now." "Josef," said Leni,
looking at K. imploringly but frankly in the eyes, "you're not going to
be jealous of Mr. Block now, are you. Rudi," she then said, turning to
the businessman, "help me out will you, I'm being suspected of
something, you can see that, leave the candle alone." It had looked as
though Mr. Block had not been paying attention but he had been
following closely. "I don't even know why you might be jealous," he
said ingenuously. "Nor do I, actually," said K., looking at the
businessman with a smile. Leni laughed out loud and while K. was not
paying attention took the opportunity of embracing him and whispering,
"Leave him alone, now, you can see what sort of person he is. I've been
helping him a little bit because he's an important client of the
lawyer's, and no other reason. And what about you? Do you want to speak
to the lawyer at this time of day? He's very unwell today, but if you
want I'll tell him you're here. But you can certainly spend the night
with me. It's so long since you were last here, even the lawyer has been
asking about you. Don't neglect your case! And I've got some things to
tell you that I've learned about. But now, before anything else, take
your coat off!" She helped him off with his coat, took the hat off his
head, ran with the things into the hallway to hang them up, then she ran
back and saw to the soup. "Do you want me to tell him you're here
straight away or take him his soup first?" "Tell him I'm here first,"
said K. He was in a bad mood, he had originally intended a detailed
discussion of his business with Leni, especially the question of his
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