Momma is out of town, negotiating to buy Brazil.
Master Jack has accused Tutor of just loving Audrey for money, since Tutor gets, as Moral Tutor to the World's Wealthiest heir, $25 a week plus room and board. Tutor is in the dock; the jury of his peers (servants of wealth from upstairs and down, some with Doctorates, others largely illiterate, some both) have been impaneled to adjudicate this serious accusation. Master Jack, himself a JD, as befits a most Trusted Advisor, glowers at Tutor, pointing with his finger. "Do you, Sir, or do you not love that child?" Tutor acknowledges he most certainly does. "And do you, Sir, or do you not, get paid to love her?" Tutor acknowledges that he most certainly does, an "honorarium" as he calls it, of $25 a week, to serve as her surrogate Dad, and Morals Tutor, and to prepare the child to inherit the earth and all things in it, so that, in accordance with God's Plan, as expressed through the Free Market, she can own, rule and save it, in due course. "And so, would it be fair to say, Sir, that you are a kind of prostitute in secular priest's clothing, consorting with children in Wealth Bondage for hire?" The jury of Tutor's peers, and for that matter, Master Jack's peers, gasps at such a bold statement of a truth that applies to all. "No, Sir," says Tutor, "I am an ordained monk, and like Hillary Clinton, I serve the Best Interests of the Castle, and merely have accepted by a way of emolument what I was offered, $25 a week, before tax, plus room and board. But, yes, I do love that child," Tutor continues, "pointing his finger at Audrey, whose head is slightly higher than the Plaintiff's Table at which she sits, as the Innocent Victim and Chief Witness. "I most certainly do love Audrey because she is very lovable." At which point Audrey leaps upon the table, her feet apart, and her little fists dancing above her head, her face as red as her hair, "I am very lovable." The jury members look at each other and murmur, "She is very lovable, of course." The judge calls for order in the court, but Tutor rises to his feet in the witness box, and shakes his own accusatory finger, moving it like a rifle barrel this way and that around the room. "But," he intones, "There is one of among us, a hypocrite, who does not love Audrey, our once and future Queen." A gasp goes through the packed court room. "One among us does not love our once and future queen, she who will one day own, rule, and save us all?" Audrey, having resumed her seat, once again leaps upon the table, shouting gleefully, and pointing, "Master Jack!" All order is breaking down. The Just Society over which The Castle presides, is now in Momma's absence, as the world's wealthiest, reverting to a State of Nature, under Mob Rule. Master Jack, on the verge of being lynched or at least tarred and feathered by the irate mob, exclaims, "I love her as much as anyone!" "Me, too!," the Judge shouts. Then down comes the gavel: "Case dismissed." Order restored. All is well with the world.
Meanwhile, Momma bought Brazil and is headed home.