Holding the bottle so she could see it, he showed her the label. "Laudanum," he explained. "It costs a pretty penny, but luckily your lover was wearing some very fine rings. Selling them fetched me a very good price. Enough to buy ample supplies of this—" he shook the bottle gently, "—to keep you docile, and to buy the minister off so he will consent to marry us in a small, private ceremony, and not ask awkward questions."