Meredith jumped, not having expected anyone to be watching him, not least his employer. He straightened up, setting the books in his hand down on his desk and smiled at Mayor Chadwick.
"Very well. Isaac is a natural at Latin, his translations of Cicero are quite good although his verbs leave a little to be desired. Bianca's French is still a little rudimentary but I've been reading her a few medieval love poems and she seems quite smitten with the subject." He smiled before considering. "I hope you don't mind. There's nothing in there that I thought a young lady shouldn't read. Very chaste about knights being given handkerchiefs to wear into battle. If you don't like them though I won't teach them."