half past nine
He spent the time still remaining to him with a dictionary , copying out obscure words he would need to guide the Italian round the cathedral . It was an extremely irksome task , servitors brought him the mail , bank staff came with various queries and , when they saw that K. was busy , stood by the door and did not go away until he had listened to them , the deputy director did not miss the opportunity to disturb K. and came in frequently , took the dictionary from his hand and flicked through its pages , clearly for no purpose , when the door to the ante-room opened even clients would appear from the half darkness and bow timidly to him - they wanted to attract his attention but were not sure whether he had seen them - all this activity was circling around K. with him at its centre while he compiled the list of words he would need , then looked them up in the dictionary , then wrote them out , then practised their pronunciation and finally tried to learn them by heart . The good intentions he had had earlier , though , seemed to have left him completely , it was the Italian who had caused him all this effort and sometimes he became so angry with him that he buried the dictionary under some papers firmly intending to do no more preparation , but then he realised he could not walk up and down in the cathedral with the Italian without saying a word , so , in an even greater rage , he pulled the dictionary back out again . At exactly half past nine , just when he was about to leave , there was a telephone call for him , Leni wished him good morning and asked how he was , K. thanked her hurriedly and told her it was impossible for him to talk now as he had to go to the cathedral . `` To the cathedral ? '' asked Leni . `` Yes , to the cathedral . ''