Rather than to take his arm from around Hilma's waist he would have lost his whole stable.

At last, however, he bestirred himself and began to talk.

He thought it time to formulate some plan of action.
"Well, now, Hilma, what are we going to do ?" "Do ?" she repeated.

"Why, must we do anything?
Oh, isn't this enough ?" "There's better ahead," he went on.

"I want to fix you up somewhere where you can have a bit of a home all to yourself.