Mrs.Wilson, whose gentle kindness and courtesy were very widely appreciated in Paris, had asked me to come in at six o'clock, and await the President's return from the Conference.

I found her with five or six visitors round her, members of the Murat family, come to pay a visit to the illustrious guest to whom they had lent their house--the Princesse Murat, talking fluent English, her son in uniform, her widowed daughter and two delicious little children.

In little more than five minutes, the President came in, and the beautiful room made a rich setting for an interesting scene.

He entered, radiant, and with his first words, standing in our midst, told us that the Conference had just passed the League of Nations resolution.

The two tiny children approached him, the little girl curtseyed to him, the little boy kissed his hand; and then they vanished, to remember, perhaps, fifty years hence, the dim figure of a tall and smiling man, whom they saw on a day marked in history.
The President took his seat as the centre of our small circle.