The servant, a good, industrious, and very stupid being, named Gregor, opened the door.

The first thing that leaped to my eyes in the hall, on the hat-stand, among other garments, was an overcoat.

I ought to have been astonished, but I was not astonished.

I expected it.
'That's it!' I said to myself.
"When I had asked Gregor who was there, and he had named Troukhatchevsky, I inquired whether there were other visitors.

He answered: 'Nobody.' I remember the air with which he said that, with a tone that was intended to give me pleasure, and dissipate my doubts.
'That's it! that's it!' I had the air of saying to myself.