CLOUDLET

turned out Mowgli dressed in Chanel suit. While her grandmother was around it was not that obvious as the old lady was able to smooth some edges. After she passed away the two sharp stones collided and Sir Alex decided not to meddle while the young lady makes some mistakes of her own.

ENYO: Without supervision? It is hard to follow such a mercury drop from Cloudlet.

THE BUTLER: What do you mean without supervision? What about the family ghost? (laughs) Let us begin or otherwise we will not manage with the infinity, and then there is more.

(A quiet music starts. The Butler and Enyo dance cotillion. Gradually the left half of the stage gets darker while the light is almost completely off and the audience can see only two dancing silhouettes. The right half of the stage gets lighter. There Despina is dancing with the Butler. She is clad in the same ball gown that the Butler has been wearing at the beginning of the scene. He is dressed in formal suit. The cotillion ends with Despina sitting on one of the pair of chairs, identical to the ones in the scene with Enyo.)

DESPINA: Great! Thank you, Horace, I think I remembered everything. You're not even winded, as if your legs do not touch the floor!

THE BUTLER: What a great compliment! Do not forget to tell it to your husband tomorrow night!

DESPINA: Do you think he will do?

THE BUTLER: Of course! He is very observant and industrious young man.

DESPINA: Let's hope that he is observant enough not to show up in slacks and shirt. Remember that fiasco of a candidate for my hand in marriage dressed in the wrong tartan?

THE BUTLER: Who could forget such a scene! Your grandpa grabbed a knife and declared: “Such squares may have come into this home but never left it whole!” The gentleman in tartan ran way before realizing that it was actually the cake knife.

DESPINA: Indeed some quick thinking would have allowed him to defend himself with the cake spatula. Is there any chance that you may have some idea about the suit that our manager will wear tomorrow night, if course if he had confided in you?

THE BUTLER: You need not to worry, your husband will wear the colors of your clan, as is customary. I personally polished the family silver and I may even whisper to you that everything else will be according to tradition.

DESPINA: Horace, you make me blush.

THE BUTLER: But I noticed that there is no cake on the menu. Is that a casual omission of a kind?

DESPINA: I… Well… Probably I have missed it. But it will be rectified immediately. I will take care personally.

THE BUTLER: I remember your grandmother’s sweet towers. What grace, what self-confidence! Sometimes I miss those times, but do not listen to nostalgic mutterings of an old man.

DESPINA: You mentioned you have polished the silver. Any chances you may find that old cake multi-tiers stand? I cannot remember seeing it out recently.

THE BUTLER