'I wish you a good ride,' and he rode on hard.

But let him ride as he pleased, this interview with the miller was a chokepear, which he could not swallow.
He had begun by receiving a reproof in manners, and ended by sustaining a defeat in logic, both from a man whom he despised.

All his old thoughts returned with fresher venom.

And by three in the afternoon, coming to the cross-roads for Beckstein, Otto decided to turn aside and dine there leisurely.

Nothing at least could be worse than to go on as he was going.
In the inn at Beckstein he remarked, immediately upon his entrance, an intelligent young gentleman dining, with a book in front of him.