A Phoenician ghost with an Alabama accent." She had said "Miss Holland hoped." "Aren't you--aren't you Miss Holland ?" demanded Amory promptly, a joyful note of uncertainty in his voice.
Antoinette shook her head.
"No," she said, "though I don't know why I should tell you that." From Amory's soul rolled a burden that left him treading air on Mount Khalak.

She was not Miss Holland.

What did he care how long St.George stayed away?
"I am Tobias Amory," he said, "of New York.

Most people don't know about the Sidonian ghost part.

But I've told you because I thought, perhaps, you might be the Pitiful Princess." Antoinette's heart was beating pleasantly.