is still no relationship between them, or else there was a relationship, and then how could I, a cipher in Klamm’s eyes, as you rightly point out, how could I make any difference to it? One flies to such suppositions in the first moment of alarm, but the smallest reflection must correct one’s bias. Anyhow, let us hear what Frieda herself thinks about it.”
With a faraway look in her eyes and her cheek on K. ’s breast, Frieda said: “It’s certain, as mother says, that Klamm will have nothing more to do with me. But I agree that it’s not because of you, darling, nothing of that kind could upset him. I think on the other hand that it was entirely his work that we found each other under the bar counter, we should bless that hour and not curse it.”
“If that is so,” said K. slowly, for Frieda’s words were sweet, and he shut his eyes a moment or two to let their sweetness penetrate him, “if that is so, there is less ground than ever to flinch from an interview with Klamm.”