"Well—well—it shall soon be a whole one. We will have the register signed to-morrow."
Judith shook her head.
"You are acting strangely to-night," said he.
"Answer me," said Judith. "Did you not send out Jamie with a light to mislead the sailors, and draw them on to Doom Bar?"
"Jamie, again!" exclaimed Coppinger, impatiently.
"Yes, I have to consider for Jamie. Answer me, did you not send him——"
He burst in angrily, "If you will—yes—he took the light to the shore. I knew there was a wreck. When a ship is in distress she must have a light."
"You are not speaking the truth. Answer me, did you go on board the wrecked vessel to save those who were cast away?"
"They would not have been saved without me. They had lost their heads—every one."
"Captain Coppinger," said Judith, "I have lost all trust in you. I return you the ring which I will never wear. I have been to see the rector and told him that I refuse you, and I will never sign the register."
"I will force the ring on to your finger," said Coppinger.
"You are a man, stronger than I—but I can defend myself, as you know to your cost. Half married we are—and so must remain, and never, never shall we be more than that."
Then she left the room, and Coppinger dashed his posset cup to the ground, but held the ring and turned it in his fingers, and the light flickered on it, a red gold ring like that red gold hair that was about his throat.
