Mittens lapidems cui non prius (V): Aristophanus at Mrs Dafne’s
… D. Aristophanus was bearing in mind how ro work out his plan and make Mrs Dafne and Mr. Cadmon ‘ s marriage wok on.
Mrs Dafne’ s coffee flavour was envolving the living room air with a deep puff of lust which made D.Aristophanus feel unconfortably red upon his face hissing hot of disconfort.
-I m sure, D. Aristophanus, you will enjoy a cup of top blend that I brought straight away from the popular smuggler, Mary The Nuts, who usually smuggles across the Portuguese border by the hand of a brother of hers who plays his role as a faithful civil guard.
Mrs Dafnes had set the table spreading over her embroidered table choth made of fine silk imported from Filipines Isles, on which to place her silver coffee set of cups inhereted from her ancestors who were said to have purchased it from Greek traders in Valencia, her grand grand parents’ hometown, which they quit when Napoleon troops took it over during the invasion.
Meanwhile Mr Cadmon was supposed to be enjoying his souarée at Saintfountain’s place. Probably having the tea…