"Miss Abigail!" Lord Hurst smiles, bowing low and grinning. "I am glad you could come, my dear. And you are staying for the evening, are you not? Then I shall have to ask my good wife if she would not be jealous if I danced with you." He says, and presses a kiss to her hand. "Your bags will be taken to your room, my dear. As will your brothers. Separate rooms, of course! I don't believe the Abbey has ever been this full."