“Would you rather have ugly ones?” asked Katherine, laughing, as if she had caught me in an absurdity. I had no answer to give, though I knew myself exactly what I meant. I felt lonely and melancholy. Then I looked at Katherine. She was very beautiful, and in a quite different way from her brother. And suddenly I knew where I had seen her before――her eyes, at least――they were the eyes of Prudence Carroll.... I gazed at her, seeking some further resemblance, but could discover none. Her skin was very white, save where in her cheeks it flushed to a soft radiant glow. Her brown, crisp hair was pulled back straight from her forehead, though one or two little tufts had got loose and waved in the faint wind. Her nose and mouth had the same delicate beauty as Gerald’s, but her expression was quite different, and it was there that her greatest beauty lay.... Yes, there again was a resemblance to Prudence Carroll――her expression was the same as Prudence Carroll’s. She had the same eyes, the same expression ... perhaps, then, the same spirit.... A sort of daydream had begun to weave itself into my thoughts. “How far can we go this way?” Katherine interrupted me. “As far as you can see. There is another valley beyond. We could go along it and home over Slieve Donard, but it is a long distance.” We climbed slowly, not talking very much. It was past noon now, and hotter than ever, and when we reached a deep green pool under a waterfall we stopped to bathe our hands and faces in it. Its cool sweetness was alluring, as if a water-sprite sang up through it into the hot sunlight, and the white spray sparkled in the sun. “It would be splendid for a bathe,” I murmured. “Bathe if you want to; I can walk on and you can overtake me.” I remembered Gerald, however, and refused to do this, being full to the brim just now of unselfishness and chivalry. “We might have our lunch here,” I suggested. “Then we could hide the basket somewhere, and not be bothered by it again till we are going home.”