Mrs. Wilson: But it grows more urgent. I left the platform to find you. How he’ll finish I don’t know. He was swaying and the utterance seemed more difficult each minute. Nothing but his iron determination sustains him.
Grayson: Nothing but the depth of his convictions and his devotion to the task he has begun, have brought him so far.
Mrs. Wilson: You must prevail on him, Admiral. If he breaks, the League breaks. Use that with him.
Grayson: Prevail. Have you ever tried, ma’am, to prevail upon a monolith? (Tumulty enters, jubilant). How does it go?
Tumulty: He’s carrying them. The old wonderful Wilson touch. Listen.
He throws open the door. The President’s rich, musical voice, full of power, is borne in upon them.
Mrs. Wilson: Why, he sounds to be quite recovered.
Grayson (reverently): Hush, ma’am. It is the voice of a prophet.
Wilson (off): Now that the mists of this great question have cleared away, I believe that men will see the truth, eye to eye and face to face. There is one thing that the American people always rise to and extend their hand to, and that is the truth of justice and of liberty and of peace. We have accepted that truth, and we are going to be led by it; and it is going to lead us, and through us the world, out into pastures of quietness and peace, such as the world never dreamed of before.
Prolonged applause. The President enters, followed by local magnates and his staff.