He's probably a traveling agent for a Vienna glass-factory, or a drummer for a cheap wine-house, or the agent for a Munich brewery.

That would account for his travels.

We simply fall in with his commercial itinerary." "You seem to imply, brother, that my charms are not in themselves sufficient.

But a commercial traveler hardly commands that fine repose, that distinction--that air of having been places and seen things and known people--" "Tush! I have seen American book agents who had all that--even the air of having been places! Your instincts ought to serve you better, Shirley.
It's well that we go on to-morrow.

I shall warn mother and the governor that you need watching." Shirley Claiborne's eyes rested again upon the calm reader of the _Neue Freie Presse_.