The Misses Moffet Mend A Marriage: A Victorian San Francisco Story Read Free Page A

shared is a trouble halved,’ I always say. We are quite out of our depth, you see. But we feel we must do something. It is our moral responsibility. But sister and I don’t quite agree on how to proceed. Millicent suggested that you might be able to help. Because of Madam Sibyl. She pointed out that you get paid to give advice as Madam Sibyl and that you might actually have run across a similar problem. We would be willing to pay…”
    “Oh please , Miss Minnie, there is no need. If I can be of help to you, it is my pleasure. If you could just tell me what the problem is exactly!” Annie broke in, appalled that these two hard-working women would feel the need to spend a single penny for her help.
    Miss Minnie again lo oked at her sister, as if expecting her to speak, but Miss Millie remained mute, so she resumed. “You see, Mrs. Fuller, it concerns two of our clients. One, a young woman, I shall call her Mrs. P, has been married less than a year, and she is expecting a child next month. We believe that her husband has taken up with another of our clients. I shall call her Mrs. J. This second client, a former actress, is married to a much older man to whom, I am sorry to say, she is frequently unfaithful. I believe that it is our duty to tell the first woman that her husband has violated their wedding vows, but my sister says that this would be too unkind, that there must be another way.”
    Annie , thoroughly surprised, said the first thing that came to her mind. “Miss Minnie, are you sure of your facts? I mean, could you be mistaken? I would hate to counsel any action if you didn’t have firm proof that there has been any wrong-doing.” She pushed away the absurd thought that these very respectable older women had actually stumbled in on an adulterous couple in flagrante delicto , as it were.
    “Mrs. Fuller, I understand your concern. I can assure you that there is no other explanation for what we have found,” Miss Minnie said firmly. “This Thursday morning, we were visiting the first woman, Mrs. P, making adjustments to several of her garments to accommodate the last month leading up to her confinement. My sister discovered some thread on the floor of the upstairs sitting room, near the bedroom door, that could only have come from a dress we are making for the other client. When Millicent showed me the thread, I instantly understood her concern. I asked the young woman if she had ever had an occasion to meet Mrs. J, and she had not. However, she mentioned that her husband had met her for the first time two weeks ago at a dinner party.”
    Annie replied, “If I understand you correctly, you believe that the thread had been tracked into the house by the pregnant woman’s husband? My dear Miss Minnie, couldn’t it have been from one of the young woman’s dresses, or perhaps the husband may have simply picked up the thread at the dinner party? Although I suppose that it is odd that it would not have been tidied up by a servant sometime in those two weeks.”
    “ Oh, Mrs. Fuller, it couldn’t have come from our young mother-to-be. Good heavens, she would never wear that shade, not with her complexion. Anyway, the thread perfectly matched the thread we had specially dyed to match the material for Mrs. J’s dress. In addition, this past Wednesday was the first day we took the material to Mrs. J’s hotel suite, just the day before we found it at Mrs. P’s house. We have a standing appointment on Wednesdays with Mrs. J, since there is usually some sewing that needs to be done, even if we are not actually working on an outfit. But this Wednesday, we had the first fitting of a new dress she had commissioned. The bits of thread, I am afraid, got all over our client in the fitting, and someone came into the adjoining room while we were there so she hurried us off before we could clean it up. The only possible explanation is that the person who entered that room was Mr. P and that he immediately came into such