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.
"As you say, dear heart," said Ben. "Cancer has the wife. Perish soon
she must. Ease our path and lie with your lout."
Presently Gwen bore a child; and Enoch her husband looked at it and
said: "Going up is Ben Lloyd.
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