The Stranger.
Well—you can call me Johnston if you like. It is not my name though.
Wangel.
Is it not?
The Stranger.
Not now, it isn’t.
Wangel.
And what can you want with my wife? For of course you know that the lighthouse keeper’s daughter has been married for years. And you must know, too, who her husband is.
The Stranger.
I have known that for more than three years.