ing for his new married mistress a
"refined lady" grew dull, he adjured the refined lady to imitate Mrs.
Sanderson.

Fortunately, Mr. Schwirtz was out of town two-thirds of the time. But
one-third of the time was a good deal, since for weeks before his coming
she dreaded him; and for weeks after his going she remembered him with
chill shame; since she hadn't even the whole-hearted enthusiasm of
hating him, but always told herself that she was a prude, an abnormal,
thin-blooded creature, and that she ought to appreciate "Ed's" desire to
have her share his good times, be coarse and jolly and natural.

His extravagance was constant. He was always planning to rent an
expensive apartment and furnish it, but the money due him after each
trip he spent immediately and they were never able to move away from the
family hotel. He had to have taxicabs when they went to theaters. He
would carol, "Oh, don't let's be pikers, little sister--nothing too good
for Eddie Schwirtz, that's my motto." And he would order champagne, the
one sort of good wine that he knew. He always overtipped waiters and
enjoyed his own generosity. Generous he really was, in a clumsy way. He
gave to Una all he had over from his diversions; urged her to buy
clothes and go to matinees while he was away, and told it as a good joke
that he "blew himself" so extensively on their parties that he often had
to take day-coaches instead of sleepers for a week after he left New
York.... Una had no notion of how much money he made, but she knew that
he never saved it. She would beg: "Why don't you do like so many of the
other traveling-men? Your Mr. Sanderson is saving money and buying real
estate, even though he does have a good time. Let's cut out some of the
unnecessary parties and things--"

"Rats! My Mr. Sanderson is a leet-le tight, like all them Scotch
laddies. I'm going to start saving one of these days. But what can you
do when the firm screws you down on expense allowances and don't hardly
allow you one red cent of bonus on new business? There's no chance for
a man to-day--these damn capitalists got everything lashed down. I tell
you I'm getting to be a socialist."

He did not seem to be a socialist of the same type as Mamie Magen, but
he was interested in socialism to this extent--he always referred to it
at length whenever Una mentioned saving money.

She had not supposed that he drank so much. Always he smelled of whisky,
and she found quart bottles of it