* Twenty years later, I found myself standing next to Mrs. Luce as we waited for an elevator late one night at the Beau Rivage Hotel in Geneva. She was then the American Ambassador to Italy and I was the brand-new European correspondent for Newsweek, and we were both in Geneva in connection with a Foreign Ministers Conference. When the elevators were slow in coming, and since no one else was there, I decided to introduce myself, and when the elevators still hadn’t arrived, I started telling her how we had met once before. And then before I knew it, I was past the point of no return in the mistress story. She looked me in the eye just as the elevator door slid open, and disappeared without a word. I stayed put.