He didn’t say one word.

He didn’t move at all.

He slowly set his crystal champagne glass down on the broad stone railing.

He turned to the grand staircase and started walking slowly down toward the wet grass.

He sank to his knees right there in the freezing mud, paying no attention at all to what the water was doing to his tailored gray suit.

I clutched the wet wool of my four-dollar shawl to my chest.