"How much do you charge for your meat?"
"Ninety cents a pound, Señor."
"What does it cost you?"
There was hesitation and a shuffling of feet; then one of the men said in a whining voice:
"Meat is very, very dear, your Excellency."
"How much a pound?"
"It costs us very much, and ..."
"How much a pound?"
"Fifteen cents, your Excellency; but we have lost much money during the war and..."
"So have your customers. Now meat will be sold at 25 cents a pound, and not one cent more. Do you understand?"