John Master could remember his own youth only too well and what a disappointment he’d been to his own father. So if he often made plans for James, it was only because he hoped that his son might do a little better than he had himself. If in New York he’d thought James should learn about fellows like Charlie White, here in London, the opportunity seemed entirely different. Here was a chance to acquire, at the empire’s fountainhead, all the history, knowledge of law and manners that a gentleman should know. Before they had sailed, he’d written to Albion, asking him to find James a tutor. He hoped this wasn’t going to make James even more morose. But to his great relief, it was soon clear that Albion had chosen well: a bright young fellow recently down from Oxford, who could give James some companionship as well.

“The first few days,” the young fellow announced, “I think I’d better show James round the town. I can give him some history lessons as we go.” And it seemed to work. A week later, when Master went across to Westminster with his son, he was quite astonished at how much of the history of the British Parliament James knew. A few days after that, James even corrected him, politely but firmly, upon a point of grammar. “Damn your impudence,” his father cried. But he didn’t mind at all.

James was getting along famously with his young tutor. When the Albions introduced him to rich London boys of his own age, he found them not so different. Indeed, the young bloods of New York had taken up the nasal drawl of London’s upper class when they spoke, and James knew how to do it. It was agreeable to find that these English boys accepted him as a good fellow like themselves. Albion’s own son Grey, who was three years younger than James, obviously looked up to him, which raised his spirits further, and soon the Albions’ house by Lincoln’s Inn became his second home.

And flushed with this new confidence, James also began to seek out his father.

John Master knew that boys of this age needed the company of their father, and he had been wanting to take his son about in London. What he had not foreseen was that it would be James who took him.

Every day or two they’d set off from their lodgings near the Strand to explore the wonders of London. A short walk to the east lay the lovely site of the old Knights Templar, where the lawyers had their quarters now. Beyond that, the busy printers and newspapermen of Fleet Street worked under the shadow of St. Paul’s on the city’s ancient hill. They went to the Tower. And Albion took them both, together with Grey, to the Royal Exchange and the port.