“...The young Mazers were married for about a year, and then one day Jacqueline came to the office of her husband, who provided brokerage services, and quite successfully. Near the open door of the office, she stopped and said: “Oh, excuse me,” and stopped short, having witnessed a banal, but at the same time curious scene. A young man named Bronson, whom she did not know very well, stood next to her husband, who had risen from the table. Bronson grabbed his hand and shook it incessantly. When they heard Jacqueline’s steps, they turned to the door, and the woman noticed the reddened eyes of the young man...”