"That's lovely," said Gwen.
"Tapestry from my shop," Enoch expounded. "And Irish linen. And busy was the draper in Kingsend."
Gwen pretended to be asleep.
"He is the father. That will learn him to keep his promise. The wicked man!"
Unknown to her husband Gwen stood before Ben; and at the sight of her Ben longed to wanton with her. Gwen stretched out her arms to be clear of him and to speak to him; her speech was stopped with kisses and her breasts swelled out. Again she found pleasure in Ben's strength.
Then she spoke of her husband's hatred.
"Like a Welshman every spit he is," said Ben. "And a black."
But his naughtiness oppressed him for many days and he intrigued; and it came to pass that Enoch was asked to contest a Welsh constituency, and Enoch immediately let fall his anger for Ben.
"Celebrate this we shall with a reception in the Town Hall," he announced. "You, Gwen fach, will wear the chikest Paris model we can find. Ben's kindness is more than I expected. Much that I have I owe to him."
"Even your son," said Gwen.