One of them is your figure.
The other is the figure of a lady.

She only appears dimly.

I can discover nothing but that she is taller than women generally are, and that she is dressed in pale blue." The man to whom he was speaking started at those last words.

"Her favorite color!" he thought to himself--forgetting that, while he held the Doctor's hand, the Doctor could think with _his_ mind.
"Yes," added the sleeper quietly, "her favorite color, as you know.

She fades and fades as I look at her," he went on.