Lord Hurst smiled, offering her his arm. "I hope you will be happy here, my dear. Like you were those years ago." He says, gently patting her hand. "You haven't had the most enjoyable of times outside the Abbey, your father tells me, but you must forget about that here. Rebecca would love to talk to you later, but she won't be joining us until this afternoon. You know how she dislikes shooting."
"No ribbons? Dear child, you disappoint me. Cicero has quite been looking forwards to your visit since I read him your letter." He smiled, "And there are puppies, which you must meet."