He had a shooting lodge in Scotland, and apartments in London, and a string of horses in Leicestershire--much to the disgust of the county gentry around him, who held that their own hunting was as good as any that England could afford.

His lordship, however, paid his subscription to the East Barsetshire pack, and then thought himself at liberty to follow his own pleasure as to his own amusement.
Framley itself was a pleasant country place, having about it nothing of seignorial dignity or grandeur, but possessing everything necessary for the comfort of country life.

The house was a low building of two stories, built at different periods, and devoid of all pretensions to any style of architecture; but the rooms, though not lofty, were warm and comfortable, and the gardens were trim and neat beyond all others in the county.

Indeed, it was for its gardens only that Framley Court was celebrated.

Village there was none, properly speaking.