Thereupon Judith took the draught, and went with it to Captain Coppinger’s room. He was in his bed. No one was with him, but a candle burned on the table.
“You have come to me, Judith?” he said with glad surprise.
“Yes—I have brought you the posset. Drink it out to the last drop.”
She handed it to him; and he took the hot caudle.
“I need not finish the bowl?” he asked.
“Yes—to the last drop.”
He complied, and then suddenly withdrew the vessel from his lips. “What is this—at the bottom?—a ring?” He extracted a plain gold ring from the bowl.
“What is the meaning of this? It is a wedding-ring.”
“Yes—mine.”
“It is early to lose it.”