"Joe Horble," said Gregory, leaning both elbows on the table, "there's something you ought to know: I love Madge, and Madge loves me!"
Horble gasped.
"She's mine!" said Gregory.
Horble helped himself to some more gin, and then slowly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You're forgetting she's my wife," he said.
"I'll give you a thousand pounds for her, cash and bills," said Gregory.
"You can't sell white women," said Horble. "She ain't labor."
"A thousand pounds!" repeated Gregory.
"I won't sell my wife to no man," said Horble.