- 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: [voiceover] I was the only one who had not lost a loved one, having none to lose.
- 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: [voiceover] What kind of sickness, or malignancy, orders the death of strangers on a train? What kind of lunatic or devil? As I sat by the bed of the child's bed, I tried to imagine this wretched individual, protected, perhaps, by a mother, who had always believed that one day he would commit an unthinkable crime. But it was beyond my imagination.
- 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.
- Aimee: Where's Werner?
- Mrs. Emily Delahunty: Who?
- Aimee: Werner. I haven't see him this morning, where is he?
- Mrs. Emily Delahunty: Oh dear, we can't say...
- Quinty: He went to live with some friends.
- Aimee: What kind of friends?
- Mrs. Emily Delahunty: Oh, just friends. Some rather special friends.