Donald J. Trump and the assorted fat cats to whom he was speaking seemed to be processing many complicated emotions all at once. “You think this is easy?” the former and perhaps future president asked. “Standing up here in front of half a room that hates my guts, and the other half loves me?” There he stood, the godhead of a populist revenge movement, tucked into his satiny cummerbund, a black bow tie around his neck. It was the Alfred E. Smith Memorial Foundation Dinner in Midtown Manhattan. This charity event, held Thursday evening in the ballroom of the Hilton...