"I mean," Mrs. Tweksbury confronted Raymond as if repudiating him forever, "I mean that you've let the chance of your life slip through your fingers and fall into the gaping mouth of that Clive Cameron. It's disgusting, nothing less!" "Aunt Emily! What in thunder do you mean? Nancy Thornton has only been here a month; if she's so easily gobbled"--the discussion waxed crude--"I'm sure I could not prevent it--I'm not a gobbler." "No--you're a fool!" "Come, come, Aunt Emily." Raymond flushed and Mrs. Tweksbury grew mahogany-tinted. "Oh! I know"--two tears--they were like solid balls--rolled down the deep red cheeks. Almost it seemed that they would make a noise when they landed on the expansive bosom.--"I sound brutal, but I'm the female of the species and it hurts to know defeat the--the second time." "The--second--time?" gasped Raymond. "Yes--your father! I could--oh! Ken, it is no shame to say it to you--but I could have made him happy, but it came, the chance, too late. Then when you came I pledged my soul that I would try to secure your happiness. I know what you want, need, and deserve, and here is this perfect child--the one woman for you, snatched from under your nose by Clive Cameron who will--" Emily Tweksbury sought for a figure of speech--"who will, without doubt, end in dissecting her!" "Good Lord!" gasped Raymond. The dramatic choice of words was unnerving him. "Oh! you men," spluttered Mrs. Tweksbury. "You make me weary--disgusted; you're no more fit to manage your affairs than babies, and your monumental conceit drives sensible women crazy. We ought to ask you to marry us. We ought not wait to see you ruin yourselves and us, too." "But, Aunt Emily, why in thunder do you think Nancy Thornton cares for me? If she wants Cameron, why shouldn't she have him?" At this Emily Tweksbury flung her head back and regarded Raymond with flaming eyes. "You--well!--just what are you? Can't you see? Could you possibly believe any girl would take Cameron if she had you to choose?" At this Raymond laughed. He laughed with abandon, going the gamut of emotions like a scale. But presently he became quiet, and a rare tenderness overspread his face. He went over to Mrs. Tweksbury and bent to kiss her. "I never knew before, Aunt Emily," he said, "just what a mother meant. I'm sorry, dear. Upon my word, I'm deadly sorry, but I'm made slow and cautious and mechanical--I'm afraid of making mistakes--and if I have lost because of my weakness, why, you and I must cling the closer." "Oh! Ken. When you talk like that I feel that I must go and have it out with Nancy!" "Aunt Emily, hands off!" Raymond was suddenly stern, and Mrs. Tweksbury bowed before the tone.