"Read and write?" Harry asked, impressed, "We don't have too many young men here able to do that." He pauses, considering Lucien again. "Are you looking for simple cash, or bed and board along with it?" He questioned, before opening one of the draws of his desk and reaching for a worn little book. "If you've got somewhere else to stay, it's more money in your pocket, but if you aren't here, you might not be able to fill the position I have in mind for you." He explained, flicking through the book of Shakespearian prose.
"London isn't a hard place to get lost in, Mr Régnier. That's what makes it what it is. But I would say that you should find yourself a good friend, someone that will point out to you which streets are not to be wandered idly down. If you understand my meaning."