The Jowetts live there--retired Anglo-Indians.
Mr.Jowett is a funny, kind little man with a red face and rather a nautical air.

He is so busy that often it is afternoon before he reads his morning's letters." "What does he do ?" "I don't think he does anything much: taps the barometer, advises the gardener, fusses with fowls, potters in the garden, teaches the dog tricks.

It makes him happy to feel himself rushed, and to go carrying unopened letters at tea-time.

They have no children.

Mrs.Jowett is a dear.