"A tutor? What a lucky young man you are." Harry commented, suddenly wondering why the young Frenchmen was in England at all. He considered it- a tutor, reading and writing, book-keeping. A run-away? More than likely. Harry couldn't resist a small smile- after all, it would get up the nose of the French Ambassador, if and when he found out.
"Work? Hardly work, but you will need patience. To help the boys learn and rehearse their roles." He says, siding the book of Shakespearian works over the table. "We're moving upmarket. They need experience in Classic Theatre, and we're going to give them that. Do you think you could cope with that, Mr. Régnier?"