He perceived that he had acted rudely, grossly presuming on his station.

And perhaps a little shiver of physical alarm mingled with his remorse, for the fellow was very powerful and not more than half in the possession of his senses.

'Take your hand from my rein,' he said, with a sufficient assumption of command; and when the man, rather to his wonder, had obeyed: 'You should understand, sir,' he added, 'that while I might be glad to ride with you as one person of sagacity with another, and so receive your true opinions, it would amuse me very little to hear the empty compliments you would address to me as Prince.' 'You think I would lie, do you ?' cried the man with the bottle, purpling deeper.
'I know you would,' returned Otto, entering entirely into his self-possession.

'You would not even show me the medal you wear about your neck.' For he had caught a glimpse of a green ribbon at the fellow's throat.
The change was instantaneous: the red face became mottled with yellow: a thick-fingered, tottering hand made a clutch at the tell-tale ribbon.
'Medal!' the man cried, wonderfully sobered.

'I have no medal.' 'Pardon me,' said the Prince.