A Bad Day
The Archbishop of Canterbury was having a bad day. The Duke had showed up at the pre-coronation preparation with an unfamiliar man. He'd already heard the gossip but waited patiently until the Duke saw fit to introduce him to his new speech therapist.
An Australian! Without any credentials!
And the Duke had done this without consulting him.
And he wanted the man to sit in the family box.
That whim could be indulged, but he really must go and engage a proper therapist at once. A real doctor.
As if he didn't already have enough to do.