Little Oliver had aged-out of the orphanage.  He had been taught basic life skills and was expected to adjust well to his new life.  When he asked the Face of Everyman if he were his benefactor, Mr. Robespierre, shuddered and tried to think  how he could steer this young fledgling away from the life of crime and chicanery offered by Mr. R.  No suitable solution presented itself.  Everyman, for the moment, was flummoxed.