She had always regarded hunting as a proper pursuit for a country gentleman.
It was, indeed, in her eyes one of the peculiar institutions of country life in England, and it may be almost said that she looked upon the Barsetshire Hunt as something sacred.

She could not endure to hear that a fox was trapped, and allowed her turkeys to be purloined without a groan.

Such being the case, she did not like being told that it was vicious, and had by no means wished to consult Mr.Crawley on that matter.

But nevertheless she swallowed down her wrath.
"It is at any rate unbecoming in a clergyman," she said; "and as I know that Mr.Robarts places a high value on your opinion, perhaps you will not object to advise him to discontinue it.

He might possibly feel aggrieved were I to interfere personally on such a question." "I have no doubt he would," said Mr.Crawley.