"Straw's not decent, and we don't allow it," said the Englishman firmly; "he doesn't buy a bed always; sometimes he rents it."
"I don't understand," said the Andorran, "I don't understand."
There was a little pause during which neither of the two men looked at the other. The Englishman went on good-naturedly and laboriously explaining:
"Now let's come to bread."
"Yes," said the Andorran eagerly, "man lives by bread and wine."
"Well," said the Englishman, ignoring this interruption, "you see, bread for the lot of them would come to half that money."
"Yes," said the Andorran, nodding, "you are quite right. Bread is a very serious thing." And he sighed.
"Half of it," continued the Englishman, "goes in bread. And then, of course, he has to get a little meat."
"Certainly," said the Andorran.
"Bacon anyhow," the Englishman went on, "and there's boots."