STRANGER. No, that wasn't me, but my brother—but never mind, it's just as well meant. I was talking of your old man who died thirty-five years ago—a very nice man and a particular friend of mine——
MRS. WESTERLUND. Yes, he died. [Pause] But I don't know if—perhaps you are getting him mixed up——
STRANGER. No, I don't. I remember old man Westerlund perfectly, and I liked him very much.
MRS. WESTERLUND. [Reluctantly] Of course it's a shame to say it, but I don't think his temper was very good.
STRANGER. What?
MRS. WESTERLUND. Well—he had a way of getting around people, but he didn't mean what he said—or if he did he meant it the other way around——
STRANGER. What is that? Didn't he mean what he was saying? Was he a hypocrite?
MRS. WESTERLUND. Well, I don't like to say it, but I believe——
STRANGER. Do you mean to say that he wasn't on the level?
MRS. WESTERLUND. N—yes—he was—a little—well, he didn't mean exactly what he said—And how have you been doing, Mr. Arvid?