A moment later she and her companion were standing together in the small irregular square before the Clementinum.
"Where will you go ?" asked the Wanderer.
"With you," she answered, laying her hand upon his arm and looking into his face as though waiting to see what direction he would choose.
"Unless you send me back to him," she added, glancing quickly at the house and making as though she would withdraw her hand once more.

"If it is to be that, I will go alone." There seemed to be no way out of the terrible dilemma, and the Wanderer stood still in deep thought.

He knew that if he could but free himself from her for half an hour, he could get help from the right quarter and take Israel Kafka red-handed and armed as he was.

For the man was caught as in a trap and must stay there until he was released, and there would be little doubt from his manner, when taken, that he was either mad or consciously attempting some crime.

There was no longer any necessity, he thought, for Unorna to take refuge anywhere for more than an hour.