"I'm not."
"You are really. Look in the glass."
"I'm not; I can't be."
"Look in the glass," Gerald repeated, quite unmoved.
"Let go, then," she said.
Gerald did, and the moment he had done so he found it impossible to believe that he really had been holding invisible hands.
"You're just pretending not to see me," said the Princess anxiously, "aren't you? Do say you are. You've had your joke with me. Don't keep it up. I don't like it."
"On our sacred word of honour," said Gerald, "you're still invisible.
There was a silence. Then, "Come," said the Princess. "I'll let you out, and you can go. I'm tired of playing with you."
They followed her voice to the door, and through it, and along the little passage into the hall. No one said anything. Everyone felt very uncomfortable.