Well, dear, here I am back again in my little hotel, and very small and uncomfortable it looks--like a doll's house after the enormous rooms of the Quai d'Orsay--however I am very glad to be a _private_ individual once more (no longer a "femme publique" as our friend used to say). Our departure was hurried, as once W.[2] had made up his mind and resigned he wanted to get away at once. We got off in two days, which I thought quite wonderful. Of course ever since the opening of the session in November it was evident that he couldn't stay. He and his Ministers were hardly ever agreed on any point, and it wasn't worth while for him to spend his energy and intelligence in trying to carry out a po…
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