"Now," he said, "you've jolly well got to look in the glass and own that we're not liars."
He led the invisible Princess to one of the mirrors, and held her in front of it by the shoulders.
"Now," he said, "you just look for yourself."
There was a silence, and then a cry of despair rang through the room.
"Oh—oh—oh! I am invisible. Whatever shall I do?"
"Take the ring off," said Kathleen, suddenly practical.
Another silence.
"I can't!" cried the Princess. "It won't come off. But it can't be the ring; rings don't make you invisible."
"You said this one did," said Kathleen, "and it has."
"But it can't," said the Princess. "I was only playing at magic. I just hid in the secret cupboard—it was only a game. Oh, whatever shall I do?"
"A game?" said Gerald slowly; "but you can do magic—the invisible jewels, and you made them come visible."
"Oh, it's only a secret spring and the panelling slides up. Oh, what am I to do?"
Kathleen moved towards the voice and gropingly got her arms round a pink-silk waist that she couldn't see. Invisible arms clasped her, a hot invisible cheek was laid against hers, and warm invisible tears lay wet between the two faces.
