He was not willing to leave Kafka alone with the woman who hated him, and he saw no means of escaping her society so long as she chose to impose it upon them both.

He supposed, too, that Unorna realized this as well as he did, and he tried to be prepared for all events by revolving all the possibilities in his mind.
But Unorna was absorbed by very different thoughts.

From time to time she stole a glance at his face, and she saw that it was stern and cold as ever.

She had kept her word, but he did not relent.

A terrible anxiety overwhelmed her.