The exact wording of that appeal has not been submitted for publication. Its effect upon Mme. Legat was electrical. For the first time in nearly two years she became oblivious to her immediate surroundings--shattered and bleeding war heroes and the gruesome accessories of a military hospital. In all those months she had hardly thought of the quarrelsome tenor who had shared her triumph at La Scala. Now, suddenly, he occupied her whole mental vision--the central innocent victim of an impending tragedy. So intense was that vision that it overwhelmed her with the vividness of reality. She saw French soldiers dragging Arensen, her countryman, from his prison cell. She saw them place him with his back against a wall. She saw them blindfold him--and she could hear the tramp, tramp of the firing squad. Those grim human instruments of martial law! They turn face to face with the doomed prisoner--their musket butts ring upon the concrete pavement of the prison yard.... Suddenly another figure, that of a woman, rushes upon the scene and falls upon her knees before the commandant of the firing squad. Mme. Legat recognized this figure as herself--and with the terrifying vision constantly before her eyes she rushed off to Paris to make her personal appeal to the Russian Ambassador. In the quiet, severe, official atmosphere of the Russian Embassy Mme. Legat calmed herself, collected her wits and prepared to measure them with those of M. Isowsky, her country's chief representative at the French capital. The Russian Ambassador paid to her the homage due to a celebrated singer--and then resumed his frigid official aspect. At her mention of Arensen he froze. "But, Monsieur Arensen is a fellow Russian--our countryman." "Madame," said the Ambassador, curtly, "I am by no means positive that Arensen is a loyal Russian. For two years he has lived in Germany and Austria--our two most powerful enemies. He acquired hosts of German friends. He comes to France plastered over with German credentials. He bears the Kaiser's own signed permit to leave Germany. He--" "Do you believe that I am a loyal Russian?" demanded Mme. Legat. The Russian Ambassador smiled graciously. Ah, he had no doubt of Madame's loyalty. That awful vision still obsessed her. She realized that there was nothing she would not do to save Arensen. She remembered that she was the daughter of a general in the Imperial Russian army. She drew herself up to her full height and looked the Russian Ambassador straight in the eyes. She said: "I will vouch for M. Arensen. I will guarantee that he is a loyal Russian, and will remain so." "Um----," pondered M. Isowsky. "Well, well--um--how can you be sure? How can you assure me?" Right then and there Mme. Legat felt a sudden emotion, and knew what she was going to do--what she wanted to do--to dispel that tragic vision. "I'll give you the assurance of a wife," she said. "I'll marry him!"