At this point Martin sought Emily Tweksbury and bullied her into action.
Mrs. Tweksbury had not unpacked her trunks yet and was sorely depressed about Raymond.
"I wish I had stuck to Maine," she deplored, "and devoted myself to the boy. He looks like a fallen angel.
"Ken, what have you been doing to yourself?" she had asked.
"Just pegging away, Aunt Emily."
"Ken," Mrs. Tweksbury had an awful habit of felling the obvious by a blow of her common-sense hatchet; "Ken, you've got to be married. You're not the kind to float around town and enjoy it—and you are the kind that would enjoy the other."
"Oh! I'm having a bully time, Aunt Emily."
"That's not true, Ken. Life lacks salt; you look the need of it and I blame myself for going abroad."
"I'm glad you went!" fervently said Raymond.
"You are, eh? Well, I'm not going again until you're safely married."