Uncle Fred in The Springtime - Characters in "Uncle Fred in The Springtime"

Characters in "Uncle Fred in The Springtime"

  • Lord Emsworth, absent-minded master of Blandings Castle
    • George Threepwood, Lord Bosham, Emsworth's eldest son
    • Lady Constance Keeble, Emsworth's domineering sister
    • Empress of Blandings, Emsworth's cherished prize pig
  • Alaric, Duke of Dunstable, a cantakerous peer
    • Rupert Baxter, Dunstable's secretary, formerly employed by Lord Emsworth
    • Horace Pendlebury-Davenport, Dunstable's nephew
    • Ricky Gilpin, another nephew of Dunstable, a poet
      • Polly Pott, Ricky's fiancee and Horace's dance-teacher
        • Claude "Mustard" Pott, Polly's father, a detective
  • Pongo Twistleton, an impoverished friend of Horace
    • Valerie Twistleton, Pongo's sister, engaged to Horace
    • Frederick Twistleton, 5th Earl of Ickenham, Pongo and Valerie's Uncle Fred
  • Sir Roderick Glossop, a prominent nerve-specialist
  • Beach, butler at the castle

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