A still more welcome visitor in 1873 was Jowett, his old Oxford friend, who never lost his place in Morier's affections.
That Jowett would write wisely and well was in the nature of things.
Of the same devoted class also was Jowett who, on a higher plane, was as wise and discerning a scout as any leader ever had.
Jowett spent on advertising every year a quarter of a million, it was said.
The letter in which Borrow replied to Mr Jowett is probably the most remarkable he ever wrote.
The one was Jowett; the other, an older, stouter man, must be Farmer Eames.
Ingolby blinked at Jowett reflectively, and his mouth gave a twist that lent to his face an almost droll look.
To Mr. Jowett she was able to open unreservedly her truest thoughts.
One passage, though not among those to which Mr. Jowett more particularly objected, will serve to illustrate his point of view.
Mr. Jowett was often a visitor on these occasions for a few days at a time.