"I've got eyes if you haven't," she added; and with this Parthian shot she rose and went back to the house.
Philip went on with his work, but the flush stayed, and there was a line between his shining eyes.
At this juncture Pat came up from the wharf with a heavy package. The family had returned to the house in Gramercy Park, and he and Phil had vacated the stable this spring.
"Sure the Queen o' Sheby hersilf stepped off the boat," he announced as he came into the Villa.
"My Aunt come!" exclaimed Phil, turning around quickly. "I wonder what changed their plan. Was she alone?"
"She was not, thin," declared the Irishman proudly. "D'ye think the Princess didn't come straight up and hold out her pretty hand with a smile swate enough to beckon the bees? 'How d'ye do, Pat,' says she. ''Tis fine ye're to be here this summer,' says she. 'We shall call upon you for a lot o' help,' she says."
Philip stood still in indecision. No, he wouldn't hurry over. They knew he was not expecting the arrival; and he fell to business again.
The Irishman looked about him, on pictures and sketches.
"Sure 'tis a power o' work ye've done, me bye," he said. "I feel I shud have on a bathin' suit to look at 'em."
Eliza from her window saw Captain James drive up to the boulder cottage and saw the ladies dismount, and with them the maid of all work with whom they intended this year to live the simple life. Pat would be a valuable auxiliary.