“I am lying down as I am not quite well.”
“We wanted to speak to Tord,” said Stellan. “Where is he?”
Dagmar’s face hardened:
“I don’t know at all.”
“He greeted us with his gun, so he must be in the neighbourhood.”
“I suppose he ran away when he recognized you. He is not very fond of visitors.”
Then Dagmar suddenly approached Laura and stroked the smooth sleeve of her raincoat timidly, like a frightened dog:
“Goodness, how pretty you are! Do you know I have not talked to a woman for several years.”
Laura shrugged her shoulders and giggled:
“Well, that is nothing to long for.”