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On Saturday Stephen would have to go up to London for his two last Lenten sermons in the City, and Catherine made up her mind that she would stay over the week-end, because he wouldn't then be there to be oppressed by her, and she would go away on Monday before he came back.
Gradually, in bed on Friday morning during the interval between drinking her tea and getting up, she came to this decision. In the morning light -- the sun was shining that day -- it seemed rather amusing than otherwise that her son-in-law should so quickly have come to the end of his powers of enduring her. Hers, after all, was to be the conventional fate of mothers-in-law. And she had supposed herself so much nicer than most! She thought, ‘How funny,' and tried to see it as altogether amusing; but it was not altogether amusing. ‘You're vain,' she then rebuked herself.