"A good tutor. A Cambridge boy, but a good one. Isaac adores his lessons now, and I can hardly say I am not glad for it. Bianca, I feel, is trying to form a romantic attachment to the poor man." He said with a small smile. Oscar could do with a female influence. He had a nurse, and there was the house-keeper, but it was simply not enough, not good enough, for his son. Whether or not Oscar was his son was not something he was ever going to consider.