Turning the tables
|A well to do gentleman, strolling along the street spied a woman, wearing a bonnet, and shabby spinster dress, making her way toward the boarding house for women.
He, being a wealthy influential man, albeit obese, and quite homely in countenance, nevertheless, needed a wife. It was 1901 London after all. A man must have a wife for proper social standing.
She, obviously poor, of little influence, and probably overly plain, was in his estimation, a good candidate for a wife who would love him for the life he could give her. In her gratitude, he was certain, that she would handle the cooking, tidying, and running his house in dutiful servitude.
He approached from behind: “Hello madam. I wonder if I might inquire as to your plans for this evening?”
“Are you talking to me, good sir?” She did not turn or look up from under her bonnet.
“Yes, dear maid,” for that is as he saw her. “I am asking for your company this evening for dinner if you would give me the honor. But so far you will not look at me. Are you so busy you cannot look up and answer a gentleman’s inquiry?”
As she slowly turned her countenance upon him, he froze. For there under her bonnet was the most beautiful, exquisite woman he had ever seen. She was stunning. Her face shone with a beauty that was hard to fathom. He felt himself falling into a dream filled with sweet secrets, and delicious lies.
Not many days hence, they were wed. She, spent her time reading, shopping, and giving orders to her staff.
He, being her only staff, spent his time cooking, tidying and running the house in dutiful servitude.