Mrs. Emily Delahunty: In the garden, delphiniums were in flower. Through scented twilight, the girl in the white dress walked with a step as light as a morning cobweb. That evening she hadn't a care in the world.
Mrs. Emily Delahunty: I have several other names. Perhaps you might prefer one of them? Gloria Grey. Janine Ann Johns. Cora Lamont.
Aimee: Why do you have so many names?
Mrs. Emily Delahunty: Well, we have different clothes for different occasions. Why not have different names?
Mrs. Emily Delahunty: My real parents were... travellig entertainers. They had no use for a child. "Not the sort of people you'd care for", said the mother who wasn't my mother. The people I lived with couldn't have children. They bought me.
