"Tonight, I think," said Gerald.
"We"ll help you all we can, and not tell anyone," said Kathleen.
"Not even the police," said Jimmy.
"Now let"s get Mademoiselle"s tea ready," said Gerald.
"And ours," said Jimmy.
"No," said Gerald, "we"ll have our tea out. We"ll have a picnic and we"ll take Eliza. I"ll go out and get the cakes." "I sha"n"t eat no cake, Master Jerry," said Eliza"s voice, "so don"t you think it. You"d see it going down inside my chest. It wouldn"t he what I should call nice of me to have cake showing through me in the open air. Oh, it"s a dreadful judgment just for a borrow!"
They rea.s.sured her, set the tea, deputed Kathleen to let in Mademoiselle who came home tired and a little sad, it seemed waited for her and Gerald and the cakes, and started off for Yalding Towers.
"Picnic parties aren"t allowed," said Mabel.
"Ours will be," said Gerald briefly. "Now, Eliza, you catch on to Kathleen"s arm and I"ll walk behind to conceal your shadow. My aunt! take your hat off; it makes your shadow look like I don"t know what. People will think we"re the county lunatic asylum turned loose."
It was then that the hat, becoming visible in Kathleen"s hand, showed how little of the sprinkled water had gone where it was meant to go on Eliza"s face.
"Me best "at," said Eliza, and there was a silence with sniffs in it.
"Look here," said Mabel, "you cheer up. Just you think this is all a dream. It"s just the kind of thing you might dream if your conscience bad got pains in it about the ring."
"But will I wake up again?"
"Oh yes, you"ll wake up again. Now we"re going to bandage your eyes and take you through a very small door, and don"t you resist, or we"ll bring a policeman into the dream like a shot."
I have not time to describe Eliza"s entrance into the cave. She went head first: the girls propelled and the boys received her. If Gerald had not thought of tying her hands someone would certainly have been scratched. As it was Mabel"s hand was sc.r.a.ped between the cold rock and a pa.s.sionate boot-heel. Nor will I tell you all that she said as they led her along the fern-bordered gully and through the arch into the wonderland of Italian scenery. She had but little language left when they removed her bandage under a weeping willow where a statue of Diana, bow in hand, stood poised on one toe a most unsuitable att.i.tude for archery, I have always thought.
"Now," said Gerald, "it"s all over nothing but niceness now and cake and things."
"It"s time we did have our tea," said Jimmy. And it was.
Eliza, once convinced that her chest, though invisible, was not transparent, and that her companions could not by looking through it count how many buns she had eaten, made an excellent meal. So did the others. If you want really to enjoy your tea, have minced veal and potatoes and rice-pudding for dinner, with several hours of excitement to follow, and take your tea late.
The soft, cool green and grey of the garden were changing the green grew golden, the shadows black, and the lake where the swans were mirrored upside down, under the Temple of Phoebus, was bathed in rosy light from the little fluffy clouds that lay opposite the Sunset.
"It is pretty," said Eliza, "just like a picture-postcard, ain"t it? the tuppenny kind."
"I ought to be getting home," said Mabel.
"I can"t go home like this. I"d stay and be a savage and live in that white hut if it had any walls and doors," said Eliza.
"She means the Temple of Dionysus," said Mabel, pointing to it.
The sun set suddenly behind the line of black fir-trees on the top of the slope, and the white temple, that had been pink, turned grey.
"It would be a very nice place to live in even as it is," said Kathleen.
"Draughty," said Eliza, "and law, what a lot of steps to clean! What they make houses for without no walls to "em? Who"d live in," She broke off, stared, and added: "What"s that?"
"What?"
"That white thing coming down the steps. Why, it"s a young man in statooary."
"The statues do come alive here, after sunset," said Gerald in very matter-of-fact tones.
"I see they do." Eliza did not seem at all surprised or alarmed.
"There"s another of "em. Look at them little wings to his feet like pigeons."
"I expect that"s Mercury," said Gerald.
"It"s "Hermes" under the statue that"s got wings on its feet, said Mabel, "but "
"1 don"t see any statues," said Jimmy. "What are you punching me for?"
"Don"t you see?" Gerald whispered; but he need not have been so troubled, for all Eliza"s attention was with her wandering eyes that followed hither and thither the quick movements of unseen statues.
"Don"t you see? The statues come alive when the sun goes down and you can"t see them unless you"re invisible
and I if you do see them you"re not frightened unless you touch them."
"Let"s get her to touch one and see," said Jimmy.
"E"s lep into the water," said Eliza in a rapt voice. "My, can"t he swim neither! And the one with the pigeons wings is flying all over the lake having larks with "im. I do call that pretty. It"s like cupids as you see on wedding-cakes. And here"s another of "em, a little chap with long ears and a baby deer galloping alongside! An look at the lady with the biby, throwing it up and catching it like as if it was a ball. I wonder she ain"t afraid. But it"s pretty to see "em."
The broad park lay stretched before the children in growing greyness and a stillness that deepened. Amid the thickening shadows they could see the statues gleam white and motionless.
But Eliza saw other things. She watched in silence presently, and they watched silently, and the evening fell like a veil that grew heavier and blacker. And it was night. And the moon came up above the trees.
"Oh," cried Eliza suddenly, "here"s the dear little boy with the deer he"s coming right for me, bless his heart!"
Next moment she was screaming, and her screams grew fainter and there was the sound of swift boots on gravel.
"Come on!" cried Gerald; "she touched it, and then she was frightened, Just like I was. Run! she"ll send everyone in the town mad if she gets there like that. Just a voice and boots! Run! Run!
They ran. But Eliza had the start of them. Also when she ran on the gra.s.s they could not hear her footsteps and had to wait for the sound of leather on far-away gravel. Also she was driven by fear, and fear drives fast.
She went, it seemed, the nearest way, invisibly through the waxing moonlight, seeing she only knew what amid the glades and groves.
"I"ll stop here; see you tomorrow," gasped Mabel, as the loud pursuers followed Eliza"s clatter across the terrace. "She"s gone through the stable yard."
"The back way," Gerald panted as they turned the corner of their own street, and he and Jimmy swung in past the water-b.u.t.t.
An unseen but agitated presence seemed to be fumbling with the locked back-door. The church clock struck the half-hour.
"Half-past nine," Gerald had just breath to say. "Pull at the ring.
Perhaps it"ll come off now."
He spoke to the bare doorstep. But it was Eliza, dishevelled, breathless, her hair coming down, her collar crooked, her dress twisted and disordered, who suddenly held out a hand a hand that they could see; and in the hand, plainly visible in the moonlight, the dark circle of the magic ring.