So—beginning in mystery, ending in mystery—the Dream Woman passes from your view. Ghost; demon; or living human creature—say for yourselves which she is. Or, knowing what unfathomed wonders are around you, what unfathomed wonders are in you, let the wise words of the greatest of all poets be explanation enough:
"We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with, a sleep."
Anonymous
The Lost Duchess
I
"Has the duchess returned?"
"No, your grace."