"Well played," said the judge, and they saw the boy look up and begin to colour a little at the words of praise; and then Gwendolen got a cramp in her foot and couldn't help moving and making a sound.
Lord Barrington turned sharply toward her.
"Who's there?" he asked in a terrible voice.
Gwendolen stood up, and so did Marian. It was no good hiding. They were both too frightened to speak.
When he saw them, he stood quite still. A wood-pigeon flew across the clearing. The little boy was no longer there.
"Come here," he said, and they had to obey him.
He stood looking at them. His face was like marble, and his eyes searched them through and through.
"Well," he said, "what have you got to say for yourselves?"
They hung their heads and said nothing.
Then Marian tried to speak, though her voice sounded funny.