'These are not the ideas of the masses.' 'They are not, I can assure you,' Otto said.
'Or rather,' distinguished the licentiate, 'not to-day.

The time will come, however, when these ideas shall prevail.' 'You will permit me, sir, to doubt it,' said Otto.
'Modesty is always admirable,' chuckled the theorist.

'But yet I assure you, a man like you, with such a man as, say, Doctor Gotthold at your elbow, would be, for all practical issues, my ideal ruler.' At this rate the hours sped pleasantly for Otto.

But the licentiate unfortunately slept that night at Beckstein, where he was, being dainty in the saddle and given to half stages.

And to find a convoy to Mittwalden, and thus mitigate the company of his own thoughts, the Prince had to make favour with a certain party of wood-merchants from various states of the empire, who had been drinking together somewhat noisily at the far end of the apartment.
The night had already fallen when they took the saddle.