"Woman will water the wild world over."

(526.16-528.13)  After hearing Shaun's song about the trinity formed by him, Shem, and their shame, one of the old men likens that trinity to the three soldiers and wonders where the two "jinnyjos" fit in.  A voice, which seems to be John's (it is answering an address to "Walker John Referent") but could be Shaun's (as Yawn/John have been merging, or close to merging, in recent pages) answers that HCE was "larking in the trefoll of the furry glans with two stripping baremaids, Stilla Underwood and Moth MacGarry."  But now a third girl comes into the scene.  This girl "was that one that was always mad gone on him."  She rests by the river "making faces at her bachspilled likeness in the brook after and cooling herself in the element, she pleasing it, she praising it."  One of the old men believes that this girl could be Isabel:  "It seems to same with Iscappellas?  Ys?  Gotellus!  A tickey for tie taughts!"

This girl must be Isabel, for Shaun now channels the voice of his sister for another somewhat-extended monologue that is delivered in her voice.  The monologue is primarily addressed to her reflection in the river -- "meme mearest" -- but at times it seems to be delivered to her lover (who himself sometimes bears similarities to her father, HCE ("dare all grandpassia"), who is gone but was "so pleasing at Strip Teasy up the stairs").  Much of the monologue is devoted to Isabel complimenting herself:  her skin ("a perfect apposition with the coldcream"), her hair ("Could I but pass my hands some, my hands through, thine hair!"), and her hands ("Chic hands."), among other things.  She adores her lover, and she goes on to speak about the time "when I turned his head on his same manly bust and kissed him more."  She's afraid that he might kiss and tell, but she and her reflection will keep the story "a glorious lie between us" so that "not a novene in all the convent loretos, not my littlest one of all, for mercy's sake need ever know, what passed our lips or."

Isabel proceeds to imagine her wedding ceremony, which "will all take bloss as oranged at St Audiens rosan chocolate chapelry."  After picturing the wedding mass, her reflection begins to fade.  "And listen, you, you beauty, esster, I'll be clue to who knows you, pray Magda, Marthe with Luz and Joan, while I lie with warm lisp on the Tolka," she says at the end of her monologue, just as the reflection finally fades completely ("I'm fay!").