She walks in beauty, like the night of cold breezes and rattling leaves and stars drowned out by floodlights. She wears a heavy cloak, and it is beautiful, and it shields her from the world. She walks in beauty in the night and meets nobody, and though that is what she wishes, she wonders if it is a good thing to wish.
She talks in third person because it sounds more elegant and dramatic and Literary. Arrogant? Who's being arrogant?
Let us go then, you and I, and leave this patient on the table to die. We have shadows to stand in dramatically.