“I do,” says he.
“What will you give?”
“Half-a-crown,” says he.
“Will you throw a glass of grog into the bargain?”
“Yes,” says he.
“Then she’s yours; and I wish you much joy of your bargain.” So I hands the rope to him, and he leads her off.
“How much do you say he sold his wife for?” said the pacha to Mustapha, when this part of the story was repeated to him.
“A piastre, and a drink of the fire water,” replied the vizier.
“Ask him if she was handsome?” said the pacha.