There was at least one hardened warrior that was not calm.

I was wrought almost to a pitch of frenzy and could not eat, though the supper prepared by Grote was a marvel in its way.

The old man, usually grave and crusty, after the manner of German hosts, actually bent his knee to Max and said:-- "My poor house has entertained kings and princes; but never has it had so great an honor as that which it now has in sheltering you." That night the duke came with Hymbercourt to honor us at the inn.

Each spoke excitedly and warmly.

Max seemed to be the only calm man in Peronne..