I shouldn't wonder if I'd got the second sight where SHE'S concerned.' Again Mrs Gildea smiled enigmatically.
'I shouldn't wonder, Colin.

But you haven't finished your personal description.

What about the colour of her eyes ?' 'Now I don't believe I could say exactly the colour of her eyes any more than of her hair.

They're the kind, to me, that have no colour.
Soft and melting and sort of mysterious--Deep and clear and with a light far down in them like starlight reflected in a still lagoon....

I say, Joan, you remember the old Eight Mile Water-hole on Dingo Flat--middle of the patch of flooded gum and she-oak--that the Blacks used to say had no bottom to it?
HER eyes seemed to me a bit like that water-hole--No bottom to her possibilities.' 'That's true enough,' assented Mrs Gildea.