"Wladin, cut the fat off that meat."
Wladin frowned.
"But, my dear, that is just the best bit."
"Never mind, Wladin, I can't allow it. Your health is the first consideration."
And Wladin obediently cut off the fat bits.
"Why is your coat unbuttoned? Don't you feel how cold it is? Button it up at once, Wladin."
The forester did as he was told, and with the pleasant feeling of having done his duty, turned his attention to his plate again.
"Not another bit, Wladin, you've had enough. We don't want you to dream of bulls to-night."
Wladin obediently put down his knife and fork, and prepared to drink a glass of water.
"Give it me first," cried his wife excitedly. "I want to see that it is not too cold."