"Ah! Well, then, have you any beef or mutton,—roasted, boiled, or cooked in any way?"
"No, senor officiale; no hay."
"Any fish? You are near the Tajo."
"Si, baccallao."
"Pho! hombre! What, have you nothing else? Any fowl?"
"No hay."
"Any fruit?"
"No hay."
"Diavolo! Senor Raphael," cried Campbell angrily, after receiving the same reply to a dozen things he asked for; "what on earth have you got, then?"
"Huevos y tocino, senor mio."