"Am I too, then, a phantom like the rest?"
Like an echo a voice said:
"A phantom—like the rest."
"And is he—a phantom too?"
She looked up into his eyes.
"Raniero—"
"That other—"
Her face was very pale.
"Why do you dwell on him?"
"Are you not Queen of Phantoms,—Proserpina,—Lady of Shadows, you—as in the masque at Avellino?"