"As I thought," said Mr.Rose.
"Not _one_ boy only, but many, were engaged.

I shall call you up one by one to answer me.

Wildney, come here." The boy walked in front of the desk.
"Were you one of those who threw ?" Wildney, full as he was of dangerous and deadly faults, was no coward, and not a liar.

He knew, or at least feared, that this new scrape might be fatal to him, but, raising his dark and glistening eyes to Mr.Rose, he said penitently-- "I didn't throw, sir, but I _did_ put out one of the candles that it might be done." The contrast with Brigson was very great; the dark cloud hung a little less darkly on Mr.Rose's forehead, and there was a very faint murmur of applause.
"Good! stand back.

Pietrie, come up." Pietrie, too, confessed, and indeed all the rest of the plotters except Brooking.