"And for why we are not married?" Ben took Gwen in his arms and he kissed her and drew her body nigh to him; and in a little while he opened the door sharply and rebuked his wife that she waited thereat.
Daily did Gwen praise and laud Ben to her husband. "There is no one in the world like him," she said. "He will get very far."
"Bring Mistar Lloyd to Windsor for me to know him quite well," said Enoch.
"I will ask him," Gwen replied without faltering.
"Benefit myself I will."
Early every Thursday afternoon Ben arrived at Windsor, and at the coming home from his shop of Enoch, Ben always said: "Messes Enos-Harries has been singing the piano. Like the trilling of God's feathered choir is her music."
Though Ben and Gwen were left at peace they could not satisfy nor crush their lust.
Before three years were over, Ben had obtained great fame. "He ought to be in Parliament and give up preaching entirely," some said; and Enoch and Gwen were partakers of his glory.
Then Gwen told him that she had conceived, whereof Ben counseled her to go into her husband's bed.
"That I have not the stomach to do," the woman complained.