My bed had this morning been moved nearer to the window, for the sake of the fresh air, and I could see, from where I lay, the little Spanish barber, who was very deaf, sitting in his little shop. He kept turning his ear first one side, and then another, in a vain attempt to make out what was said, as Listado shouted to him, straining over the balcony as far as he could, in his endeavour to make him hear.--"Navaja y jamon--navaja y jamon--para afeytar--that is, pour cortar la barba, that is, cuttibus the beardo of this young fellow." Here the little withered anatomy of a barber seemed to comprehend him, and thereupon, with a knowing look, repeated the telegraphic motions of Monsieur Listado, rubbing his chin and going through the motion of shaving. "Si, si," roared Listado, "that is it--navaja y jamon"--literally, a razor and a _ham_. Possibly honest Listado, who, with all his ability, never could compass Spanish, because, as he said, he had previously learned French, and thus spoke a hash of both, had mistaken the Spanish word _jamon_ for _xabon_, the latter meaning soap. Little Pepe first grinned, and then, as Listado persisted, he stepped into Carnero's shop, and seizing a ham, held it up to his face, as if he were rubbing his chin on it, and then laughed, like to fall down where he stood. Listado at this flew into a great rage--"Abortion chicho, mas monkey que homo, yo te mataras--vous sera tué--si vous twistibus your damned ugly mug at migo"---- "Bueno--bueno," roared el barbero, seeing that nothing would do but the veritable ham and razor--"quedas quieto, yo los traere, Don Lorenzo"--(Laurence was Listado's name)--then aside, "ave Maria, que diablo quiere este loco, con navaja para cortar jamon?" (What the deuce can this madman want with a razor to cut ham?) But as Listado was a liberal fellow, and well-known among the brown tradespeople, the little barber was in my room in a minute, made his solemn bow at the door, with a large tortoiseshell comb stuck in his grey pelucca (wig), and his little silver basin and towel under his arm--his soap-box and razors in the one hand, and, lo! a capital New York ham in the other. "Pelukero condeñado--quevas hacer con este pierna de puerco?" (You infernal wigmaker, what are you going to do with that leg of pork?) "What am I going to do with it? did you not tell me to fetch a ham--_jamon_?" "Yes," replied Listado, "and there it is in your soap-box, you bothersome little periwig maker--there," striking the utensil out of his hand up into the air, and cleverly catching it again, when he seized the soap-brush and stuck it, lather and all, into Pepe's open mouth--"that is better than tooth-powder for you, Pepe, my darling." "Ah!" cried little Pepe, laughing and sputtering--"I see--I see--tu me has pedido para _jamon_, queriendo decir _xabon_--ha, ha, ha!" (You have asked me for ham when you wanted soap.)