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           Therewasaseriesofloud,curtandregularknocksatthedooroftheadjoiningroom.MissBürstnerwentpaleandlaidherhandonherheart.K.wasespeciallystartled,asforamomenthehadbeenquiteunabletothinkofanythingotherthantheeventsofthatmorningandthegirlforwhomhewasperformingthem.HehadhardlypulledhimselftogetherwhenhejumpedovertoMissBürstnerandtookherhand."Don’tbeafraid,"hewhispered,"I’llputeverythingright.Butwhocanitbe?It’sonlythelivingroomnextdoor,nobodysleepsinthere.""Yestheydo,"whisperedMissBürstnerintoK.’sear,"anephewofMrs.Grubach’s,ancaptaininthearmy,hasbeensleepingtheresinceyesterday.There’snootherroomfree.I’dforgottenaboutittoo.Whydidyouhavetoshoutlikethat?You’vemademequiteupset.""Thereisnoreasonforit,"saidK.,and,nowasshesankbackontothecushion,kissedherforehead."Goaway,goaway,"shesaid,hurriedlysittingbackup,"getoutofhere,go,whatisityouwant,he’slisteningatthedoorhecanheareverything.You’recausingmesomuchtrouble!""Iwon’tgo,"saidK.,"untilyou’vecalmeddownabit.Comeoverintotheothercorneroftheroom,hewon’tbeabletohearusthere."Shelethimleadherthere."Don’tforget,"hesaid,"althoughthismightbeunpleasantforyouyou’renotinanyrealdanger.YouknowhowmuchesteemMrs.