"Salada," exclaimed the girl, covering her face with her hands.
"Salada! ... the most salada Andalusian in Cordova."
Salada is the word commonly used in Andalusia to describe a woman beautiful, charming, affectionate, languid, ardent, what you will—a woman with two lips which say, "Drink me," and two eyes which make one close one's teeth.
The aunt brought me the eggs, chops, sausage, and oranges, and the girl continued the conversation: "Sir, you are an Italian: have you seen the Pope?"
"No, I am sorry to say."
"Is it possible? An Italian who has not seen the Pope! And tell me, sir: why do the Italians make him suffer so much?"
"Suffer in what way?"
"Yes. They say that they have shut him up in his house and thrown stones at the windows."
"Oh no! Don't believe it! There is not a particle of truth in it," etc., etc.
"Have you seen Venice, sir?"