Trumpeton Wood In the meantime the hunting season was going on in the Brake country with chequered success.

There had arisen the great Trumpeton Wood question, about which the sporting world was doomed to hear so much for the next twelve months,--and Lord Chiltern was in an unhappy state of mind.

Trumpeton Wood belonged to that old friend of ours, the Duke of Omnium, who had now almost fallen into second childhood.
It was quite out of the question that the Duke should himself interfere in such a matter, or know anything about it; but Lord Chiltern, with headstrong resolution, had persisted in writing to the Duke himself.

Foxes had always hitherto been preserved in Trumpeton Wood, and the earths had always been stopped on receipt of due notice by the keepers.

During the cubbing season there had arisen quarrels.
The keepers complained that no effort was made to kill the foxes.
Lord Chiltern swore that the earths were not stopped.