"Well, we don't want to be late now, do we?", the governor cut in as he took the presentation case in hand. "Come now, Elizabeth. Abigail", his daughter just kept her kind smile on. "Good day, Mister Turner", she softly said, sounding slightly disappointed to not talk to him a little longer, before following the Governor out of the mansion, and to the carriage that was waiting outside; her cousin following, Abigail gave Will a polite smile and a small wave as she passed by him.