She'd grown fond of her mother-in-law, and her father-in-law, too, for that matter, even though both were still groping audibly for an explanation to the riddle of Osbert's choosing to live in a poky backwater like Lobelia Falls and write silly cowboy yarns when he could have carried his bride to a cozy high-rise apartment in Toronto and become a high-powered executive like his dear old dad.
They weren't blaming Dittany for their son's aberrant ways. They blamed his Aunt Arethusa, which was really unfair of them because Arethusa disapproved of Osbert's writing career even more vociferously than his parents did. That wasn't jealousy, it was just Arethusa's way. She'd have disapproved of any nephew who'd never fought a duel, pledged his vast estates at the gaming table, or swashbuckled around town in a velvet suit and a satin waistcoat. (chapter 5)