human
Donald, what ... what do you mean? You're not ...
gpt
Look out! Don't interfere with the motorman, he laughed more naturally, as the car swerved almost into the curbing.
human
Yes, I am. I'm going away ... almost immediately.
gpt
Away? Where?
human
To France.
gpt
Oh, Don, you mustn't; you can't. You're needed here so much.
human
They need me over there more, little Smiles. I've realized it, and felt the pull, for days; but it didn't become insistent until yesterday, when I received a letter from a chap whom I have known for years. He's always had a good deal more money than was good for him, and been a sort of social butterfly. I liked him, although I didn't believe that he had a serious thought in his head, didn't think that he was capable of one, but ... here, read what he has written me, he concluded abruptly, as a temporary block forced their car to a stop beneath an electric light on Massachusetts Avenue.
gpt
The first page doesn't matter; it merely contains a description of how he happened to be caught in Paris by the outbreak of the war, and got mixed up in volunteer rescue work through a spirit of adventure.