The meal was silent, thoughtful, and
even sad; every one was thinking of the poor Danes and their sad fate,
while they who had been on the plain had the additional subject of the
murdered man for their contemplation.
"Is it possible to do nothing to redeem these poor people, father, from
captivity?" Eve at length demanded.
"I have been thinking of this, my child; but I see no other method than to
acquaint their government of their situation."
"Might we not contribute something from our own means to that effect?
Money, I fancy, is the chief thing necessary."
The gentlemen looked at each other in approbation, though a reluctance to
be the first to speak kept most of them silent.
"If a hundred pounds, Miss Effingham, will be useful," Sir George
Templemore said, after the pause had continued an awkward minute, laying a
banknote of that amount on the table, "and you will honour us by becoming
the keeper of the redemption money, I have great pleasure in making
the offer."
This was handsomely said, and as Captain Truck afterwards declared,
handsomely done too, though it was a little abrupt, and caused Eve to
hesitate and redden.
"I shall accept your gift, sir," she said; "and with your permission will
transfer it to Mr. Effingham, who will better know what use to put it to,
in order to effect our benevolent purpose.
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