d a gentle sigh on becoming aware that he was so soaked with perspiration that he might almost have been dipped in a river。 Everything； from his shirt to his socks； was dripping。 〃May she starve to death； the cursed old harridan！〃 he ejaculated after a moment's rest。 Then he opened his dispatch…box。 In passing； I may say that I feel certain that at least SOME of my readers will be curious to know the contents and the internal arrangements of that receptacle。 Why should I not gratify their curiosity？ To begin with； the centre of the box contained a soap…dish； with； disposed around it； six or seven compartments for razors。 Next came square partitions for a sand…box＇7＇ and an inkstand； as well as （scooped out in their midst） a hollow of pens； sealing…wax； and anything else that required more room。 Lastly there were all sorts of little divisions； both with and without lids； for articles of a smaller nature； such as visiting cards； memorial cards； theatre tickets； and things which Chichikov had laid by as souvenirs。 This portion of the box could be taken out； and below it were both a space for manuscripts and a secret money…boxthe latter made to draw out from the side of the receptacle。
＇7＇ To serve as blotting…paper。
Chichikov set to work to clean a pen； and then to write。 Presently his hostess entered the room。
〃What a beautiful box you have got； my dear sir！〃 she exclaimed as she took a seat beside him。 〃Probably you bought it in Moscow？〃
〃Yesin Moscow；〃 replied Chichikov without interrupting his writing。
〃I thought so。 One CAN get good things there。 Three years ago my sister brought me a few pairs of warm shoes for my sons； and they were such excellent articles！ To this day my boys wear them。 And what nice stamped paper you have！〃 （she had peered into the dispatch…box； where； sure enough； there lay a further store of the paper in question）。 〃Would you mind letting me have a sheet of it？ I am without any at all； although I shall soon have to be presenting a plea to the land court； and possess not a morsel of paper to write it on。〃
Upon this Chichikov explained that the paper was not the sort proper for the purposethat it was meant for serf…indenturing； and not for the framing of pleas。 Nevertheless； to quiet her； he gave her a sheet stamped to the value of a rouble。 Next； he handed her the letter to sign； and requested； in return； a list of her peasants。 Unfortunately； such a list had never been compiled； let alone any copies of it； and the only way in which she knew the peasants' names was by heart。 However； he told her to dictate them。 Some of the names greatly astonished our hero； so； still more； did the surnames。 Indeed； frequently； on hearing the latter； he had to pause before writing them down。 Especially did he halt before a certain 〃Peter Saveliev Neuvazhai Korito。〃 〃What a string of titles！〃 involuntarily he ejaculated。 To the Christian name of another serf was appended 〃Korovi Kirpitch；〃 and to that of a third 〃Koleso Ivan。〃 However； at length the list was compiled； and he caught a deep breath； which latter proceeding caused him to catch also the attractive odour of something fried in fat。
〃I beseech you to have a morsel；〃 murmured his hostess。 Chichikov looked up； and saw that the table was spread with mushrooms； pies； and other viands。
〃Try this freshly…made pie and an egg；〃 continued Madame。
Chichikov did so； and having eaten more than half of what she offered him； praised the pie highly。 Indeed； it was a toothsome dish； and； after his difficulties and exertions with his hostess； it tasted even better than it might otherwise have done。
〃And also a few pancakes？〃 suggested Madame。
For answer Chichikov folded three together； and； having dipped them in melted butter； consigned the lot to his mouth； and then wiped his mouth with a napkin。 Twice more was the process repeated； and then he requested his hostess to order the britchka to be got ready。 In dispatching Fetinia with the necessary instructions； she ordered her to return with a second batch of hot pancakes。
〃Your pancakes are indeed splendid；〃 said Chichikov； applying himself to the second consignment of fried dainties when they had arrived。
〃Yes； we make them well here；〃 replied Madame。 〃Yet how unfortunate it is that the harvest should have proved so poor as to have prevented me from earning anything on my But why should you be in such a hurry to depart； good sir？〃 She broke off on seeing Chichikov reach for his cap。 〃The britchka is not yet ready。〃
〃Then it is being got so； madam； it is being got so； and I shall need a moment or two to pack my things。〃
〃As you please； dear sir； but do not forget me in connection with those Government contracts。〃
〃No； I have said that NEVER shall I forget you；〃 replied Chichikov as he hurried into the hall。
〃And would you like to buy some lard？〃 continued his hostess； pursuing him。
〃Lard？ Oh certainly。 Why not？ Only； onlyI will do so ANOTHER time。〃
〃I shall have some ready at about Christmas。〃
〃Quite so； madam。 THEN I will buy anything and everythingthe lard included。〃
〃And perhaps you will be wanting also some feathers？ I shall be having some for sale about St。 Philip's Day。〃
〃Very well； very well； madam。〃
〃There you see！〃 she remarked as they stepped out on to the verandah。 〃The britchka is NOT yet ready。〃
〃But it soon will be； it soon will be。 Only direct me to the main road。〃
〃How am I to do that？〃 said Madame。 〃'Twould puzzle a wise man to do so； for in these parts there are so many turnings。 However； I will send a girl to guide you。 You could find room for her on the box…seat； could you not？〃
〃Yes； of course。〃
〃Then I will send her。 She knows the way thoroughly。 Only do not carry her off for good。 Already some traders have deprived me of one of my girls。〃
Chichikov reassured his hostess on the point； and Madame plucked up courage enough to scan； first of all； the housekeeper； who happened to be issuing from the storehouse with a bowl of honey； and； next； a young peasant who happened to be standing at the gates； and； while thus engaged； she became wholly absorbed in her domestic pursuits。 But why pay her so much attention？ The Widow Korobotchka； Madame Manilov； domestic life； non…domestic lifeaway with them all！ How strangely are things compounded！ In a trice may joy turn to sorrow； should one halt long enough over it： in a trice only God can say what ideas may strike one。 You may fall even to thinking： 〃After all； did Madame Korobotchka stand so very low in the scale of human perfection？ Was there really such a very great gulf between her and Madame Manilovbetween her and the Madame Manilov whom we have seen entrenched behind the walls of a genteel mansion in which there were a fine staircase of wrought metal and a number of rich carpets； the Madame Manilov who spent most of her time in yawning behind half…read books； and in hoping for a visit from some socially distinguished person in order that she might display her wit and carefully rehearsed thoughtsthoughts which had been de rigeur in town for a week past； yet which referred； not to what was going on in her household or on her estateboth of which properties were at odds and ends； owing to her ignorance of the art of managing thembut to the coming political revolution in France and the direction in which fashionable Catholicism was supposed to be moving？ But away with such things！ Why need we speak of them？ Yet how comes it that suddenly into the midst of our careless； frivolous； unthinking moments there may enter another； and a very different； tendency？that the smile may not have left a human face before its owner will have radically changed his or her nature （though not his or her environment） with the result that the face will suddenly become lit with a radiance never before seen there？ 。 。 。
〃Here is the britchka； here is the britchka！〃 exclaimed Chichikov on perceiving that vehicle slowly advancing。 〃Ah； you blockhead！〃 he went on to Selifan。 〃Why have you been loitering about？ I suppose last night's fumes have not yet left your brain？〃
To this Selifan returned no reply。
〃Good…bye； madam；〃 added the speaker。 〃But where is the girl whom you promised me？〃
〃Here； Pelagea！〃 called the hostess to a wench of about eleven who was dressed in home…dyed garments and could boast of a pair of bare feet which； from a distance； might almost have been mistaken for boots； so encrusted were they with fresh mire。 〃Here； Pelagea！ Come and show this gentleman the way。〃
Selifan helped the girl to ascend to the box…seat。 Placing one foot upon the step by which the gentry mounted； she covered the said step with mud； and then； ascending higher； attained the desired position beside the coachman。 Chichikov followed in her wake （causing the britchka to heel over with his weight as he did so）； and then settled himself back into his place with an 〃All right！ Good…bye； madam！〃 as the horses moved away at a trot。
Selifan looked gloomy as he drove； but also very attentive to his business。 This was invariably his custom when he had committed the fault of getting drunk。 Also； the horses looked unusually well…groomed。 In particular； the collar on one of them had been neatly mended； although hitherto its state of dilapidation had been such as perennially to allow the stuffing to protrude through the leather。 The silence preserved was well…nigh complete。 Merely flourishing his whip； Selifan spoke to the team no word of instruction； although the skewbald was as ready as usual to listen to conversation of a didactic nature； seeing that at such times the reins hung loosely in the hands of the loquacious driver； and the whip wandered merely as a matter of form over the backs of the troika。 This time； however； there could be heard issuing from Selifan's sullen lips only the uniformly unpleasant exclamation； 〃Now then； you brutes！ Get on with you； get on with you！〃 The bay and the Assessor too felt put out at not hearing themselves called 〃my pets〃 or 〃good lads〃； while； in addition； the skewbald came in for some nasty cuts across his sleek and ample quarters。 〃What has put master out like this？〃 thought the animal as it shook its head。 〃Heaven knows where he does not keep beating meacross the back； and even where I am te