Now please, go!” The carer stood up straight by the bed directly facing K.'s uncle, K. thought he noticed that with one hand she was stroking the lawyer's hand. “You can say anything in front of Leni,” said the invalid, in a tone that was unmistakably imploring. “It's not my business,” said K.'s uncle, “and it's not my secrets.” And he twisted himself round as if wanting to go into no more negotiations but giving himself a little more time to think. “Whose business is it then?” asked the lawyer in an exhausted voice as he leant back again. “My nephew's,” said K.'s uncle, “and I've brought him along with me.” And he introduced him, “Chief Clerk Josef K.” “Oh!” said the invalid, now with much more life in him, and reached out his hand towards K.