"A young man called Augustine Laurent, fresh from Paris. He shall be staying with us. At least till he finds safe lodgings of his own or his family have him move in with them." He explained, dropping his hand from the boy's cheek to rest instead on Nell's knee. "He is about my son's age, so perhaps they will get along. If not Nell, you may find I move in with you." He teases, trying to coach a smile out of the boy.