"Who"s got hold of you?" asked Kathleen.
"She has, miss," replied the unhappy stranger.
"Who"s she?" asked Kathleen, to gain time, as she afterwards explained, for she now knew well enough that what was keeping the door open was Eliza"s unseen foot.
"My fyongsay, miss. At least it sounds like her voice, and it feels like her bones, but something"s come over me, miss, an I can"t see her."
"That"s what he keeps on saying," said Eliza"s voice. "E"s my gentleman friend; is "e gone dotty, or is it me?"
"Both, I shouldn"t wonder," said Jimmy.
"Now," said Eliza, "you call yourself a man; you look me in the face and say you can"t see me."
"Well I can"t," said the wretched gentleman friend.
"If I"d stolen a ring," said Gerald, looking at the sky, "I should go indoors and be quiet, not stand at the back door and make an exhibition of myself."
"Not much exhibition about her," whispered Jimmy; "good old ring!"
"I haven"t stolen anything," said the gentleman friend. "Here, you leave me be. It"s my eyes has gone wrong. Leave go of me, d"ye hear?"
Suddenly his hand dropped and he staggered back against the water-b.u.t.t. Eliza had "left go" of him. She pushed past the children, shoving them aside with her invisible elbows. Gerald caught her by the arm with one hand, felt for her ear with the other, and whispered, "You stand still and don"t say a word. If you do well, what"s to stop me from sending for the police?"
Eliza did not know what there was to stop him. So she did as she was told, and stood invisible and silent, save for a sort of blowing, snorting noise peculiar to her when she was out of breath.
The mustard-coloured young man had recovered his balance, and stood looking at the children with eyes, if possible, rounder than before.
"What is it?" he gasped feebly. "What"s up? What"s it all about?"
"If you don"t know, I"m afraid we can"t tell you," said Gerald politely.
"Have I been talking very strange-like?" he asked, taking off his hat and pa.s.sing his hand over his forehead.
"Very," said Mabel.
"I hope I haven"t said anything that wasn"t good manners," he said anxiously.
"Not at all," said Kathleen. "You only said your fiancee had hold of your hand, and that you couldn"t see her."
"No more I can."
"No more can we," said Mabel.
"But I couldn"t have dreamed it, and then come along here making a penny show of myself like this, could I?"
"You know best," said Gerald courteously.
"But," the mustard-coloured victim almost screamed, "do you mean to tell me..."
"I don"t mean to tell you anything," said Gerald quite truly, "but I"ll give you a bit of advice. You go home and lie down a bit and put a wet rag on your head. You"ll be all right tomorrow."
"But I haven"t "
"I should," said Mabel; "the sun"s very hot, you know."
"I feel all right now," he said, "but well, I can only say I"m sorry, that"s all I can say. I"ve never been taken like this before, miss. I"m not subject to it don"t you think that. But I could have sworn Eliza Ain"t she gone out to meet me?"
"Eliza"s in-doors," said Mabel. "She can"t come out to meet anybody today."
"You won"t tell her about me carrying on this way, will you, miss?
It might set her against me if she thought I was liable to fits, which I never was from a child."
"We won"t tell Eliza anything about you."
"And you"ll overlook the liberty?"
"Of course. We know you couldn"t help it," said Kathleen. "You go home and lie down. I"m sure you must need it. Good afternoon."
"Good afternoon, I"m sure, miss," he said dreamily. "All the same I can feel the print of her finger-bones on my hand while I"m saying it. And you won"t let it get round to my boss my employer I mean?
Fits of all sorts are against a man in any trade."
"No, no, no, it"s all right good-bye," said everyone. And a silence fell as he went slowly round the water-b.u.t.t and the green yard-gate shut behind him. The silence was broken by Eliza.
"Give me up!" she said. "Give me up to break my heart in a prison cell!"
There was a sudden splash, and a round wet drop lay on the doorstep.
"Thunder shower," said Jimmy; but it was a tear from Eliza.
"Give me up," she went on, "give me up" splash "but don"t let me be took here in the town where I"m known and respected" splash.
"I"ll walk ten miles to be took by a strange police not Johnson as keeps company with my own cousin" splash. "But I do thank you for one thing. You didn"t tell Elf as I"d stolen the ring. And I didn"t splash I only sort of borrowed it, it being my day out, and my gentleman friend such a toff, like you can see for yourselves."
The children had watched, spellbound, the interesting tears that became visible as they rolled off the invisible nose of the miserable Eliza. Now Gerald roused himself, and spoke.
"It"s no use your talking," he said. "We can"t see you!"
"That"s what he said," said Eliza"s voice, "but "
"You can"t see yourself," Gerald went on. "Where"s your hand?"
Eliza, no doubt, tried to see it, and of course failed; for instantly, with a shriek that might have brought the police if there had been any about, she went into a violent fit of hysterics. The children did what they could, everything that they had read of in books as suitable to such occasions, but it is extremely difficult to do the right thing with an invisible housemaid in strong hysterics and her best clothes. That was why the best hat was found, later on, to be completely ruined, and why the best blue dress was never quite itself again. And as they were burning bits of the feather dusting-brush as nearly under Eliza"s nose as they could guess, a sudden spurt of flame and a horrible smell, as the flame died between the quick hands of Gerald, showed but too plainly that Eliza"s feather boa had tried to help.
It did help. Eliza "came to" with a deep sob and said, "Don"t burn me real ostrich stole; I"m better now."
They helped her up and she sat down on the bottom step, and the children explained to her very carefully and quite kindly that she really was invisible, and that if you steal or even borrow rings you can never be sure what will happen to you.
"But "ave I got to go on stopping like this," she moaned, when they had fetched the little mahogany looking-gla.s.s from its nail over the kitchen sink, and convinced her that she was really invisible, "for ever and ever? An we was to a bin married come Easter. No one won"t marry a gell as "e can"t see. It ain"t likely."
"No, not for ever and ever," said Mabel kindly, "but you"ve got to go through with it like measles. I expect you"ll be all right tomorrow."