On the basis of your reading of the following excerpt, answer the questions that follow:
On the rack in the railway carriage immediately opposite Clovis was a solidly wrought travelling bag with a carefully written label, on which was inscribed, J.P Huddle, The Warren Tifield, near Slowborough." Immediately below the rack sat the human embodiment of the label, a solid, sedate individual, sedately dressed, sedately conversational. Even without his conversation (which was addressed to a friend seated by his side, and touched chiefly on such topic as the backwardness of roman hyacinths and the prevalence of measles at the rectory), one could have gauged fairly accurately the temperament and mental outlook of the travelling bag's owner. But he seemed unwilling to leave anything to the imagination of a casual observer, and his talk grew presently personal and introspective.
I don't know how it is, "he told his friend "I am not much over forty, but I seem to have settled down into a deep groove of elderly middle-age. My sister shows the same tendency. We like everything to be exactly in its accustomed place; we like things to happen exactly at their appointed times; we like everything to be usual, orderly, punctual, methodical, to a hair's breadth, o a minute. It distresses and upset us if it is not so. For instance, to take a very trifling matter, a thrush has built its nest year after year in the catkin-tree on the lawn; this year, for no obvious reason, it is building in the ivy on the garden wall. We have said very little about it, but I think we both feel that the change is unnecessary, and just a little irritating."
"Perhaps" said the friend, "it is a different thrush."
We have suspected that," said J.P. Huddle, "and I think it give us even more cause for annoyance. We don't feel that we want a change of thrush at our time of life; and yet, as I have said, we have scarely reached an age when these things should make themselves seriously felt".