Reformatorul domnișoarei Bondwell

I'll never forget the first time I saw Madame Bondwell's establishment, for that was the day my life changed forever.

It all grew out of a seemingly harmless misunderstanding with my Uncle Cyrus,

into whose care I had been entrusted after my father vanished in the Punjab.

The details are much too sordid to go into, Madame, but try to imagine my dismay at finding my young ward

in the back of my carriage in the embrace of a common footman.