Abilene nodded with a small smile. "I hope to convince Grandmother soon, or dear Linnie may go stir-crazy cooped up in the cold London winter." She gave a soft laugh. "I'm sure she'd be happy to see you, too." A thought crossed her mind and her smile turned a bit devilish, but still sweet as ever. "How about you?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows, "Do you have any beaux swooning at your feet?"