Come you and eat supper when the wife is not at home."
Gwen quaked as she went to her car, and she sought a person who
professed to tell fortunes, and whom she made to say: "A gentleman is in
love with you. And he loves you for your brain. He is not your husband.
He is more to you than your husband. I hear his silver voice holding
spellbound hundreds of people; I see his majestic forehead and his
auburn locks and the strands of his silken mustache."
Those words made Gwen very happy, and she deceived herself that they
were true. She composed verses and gave them to Ben.
"Not right to Nature is this," said Ben. "The mother is wrong. How many
children you have, Messes Enos-Harries?"
"Not one. The husband is weak and he is older much than I."
"The Father has kept His most beautiful gift from you. Pity that is."
Tears gushed from Ben's eyes. "If the marriage-maker had brought us
together, children we would have jeweled with your eyes and crowned with
your hair."
"And your intellect," said Gwen. "You will be the greatest Welshman."
"Whisper will I now. A drag is the wife. Happy you are with the
husband."
"Why for you speak like that?"
"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.
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