"I see. And so now you're waiting for his ship to come in."
"Yes."
There was a pause. Then he seemed struck by the appearance of my bare legs.
"What is the matter with your shins?" he asked.
"Mosquito bites," I replied briefly.
After another pause he said, gravely:
"Camphor is good for mosquito bites."
"Yes, I know. My mother puts it on every night."
I thought a moment, and then asked,
"Do they have mosquitoes in Spain?"