Abilene's smile flickered. "Aye, it is," she replied and twiddled her thumbs, a bit of a nervous habit of hers. "My sister was supposed to come with me, and she still wants to, but our grandmother won't allow it for now. She says Linnie is too young and too frail-" Abilene winced, hating the word. "-to come to Whitby now. But she is nineteen already and it isn't as if she can go anywhere in London, either." She shook her head. "It would be nice to have a fellow around," she admitted, "only problem is I haven't found one yet." Well, other than the fellows in London. Who only sought her for her appearance and brought down her self-esteem quite a bit through their arrogant pursuits.