Chapter TwentyThe porter appeared at the window then knocked on the door. Emily gestured for him to enter.
He dipped his head. “Dinner is now available in the dining car should you wish to eat.”
With unexpected spryness, the elderly couple scrambled to their feet. Madame Vidal clung to her husband’s arm. “Excellent. Do you know what they’re serving, young man?”
An apologetic smile on his face, he shook his head. “Non, but unfortunately whatever it is will not be haute cuisine.”
“No matter.” Madame Vidal smoothed her skirt. “As long as the food is edible, and with Germans on the train, it just may be.” She turned to Emily. “Will you join us?”
“We—”
“Perhaps, shortly.” Gerard interrupted Emily, and she glanced at his stony profile.
“À bientôt. See you soon.” The couple exited the comp
