Of course, he had no means of knowing that she had already left the house.

He imagined that the Wanderer had gone and that Unorna, being freed from his restraint, was about to enter the place again.

The door opened and the three men came in.

Kafka's first idea, on seeing himself disappointed, was that they had come to take him into custody, and his first impulse was to elude them.
The Wanderer entered first, tall, stately, indifferent, the quick glance of his deep eyes alone betraying that he was looking for some one.

Next came Keyork Arabian, muffled still in his furs, turning his head sharply from side to side in the midst of the sable collar that half buried it, and evidently nervous.