But aren’t you hungry? You’ve been reading for simply hours.” “Hungry? Yes, I suppose I am.” Yet he made no move to get up. “We have to change trains later; we might get a basket at the station when we do that. Or we might eat something now, in the dining car…” His eyes lit up. “Might we?” For a moment, I’d forgotten that this was his first railway journey. I smiled. “Yes, we might.”

