had become lost to view。 Then he re…entered the drawing…room； seated himself upon a chair； and surrendered his mind to the thought that he had shown his guest most excellent entertainment。 Next； his mind passed imperceptibly to other matters； until at last it lost itself God only knows where。 He thought of the amenities of a life； of friendship； and of how nice it would be to live with a comrade on； say； the bank of some river； and to span the river with a bridge of his own； and to build an enormous mansion with a facade lofty enough even to afford a view to Moscow。 On that facade he and his wife and friend would drink afternoon tea in the open air； and discuss interesting subjects； after which； in a fine carriage； they would drive to some reunion or other； where with their pleasant manners they would so charm the company that the Imperial Government； on learning of their merits； would raise the pair to the grade of General or God knows whatthat is to say； to heights whereof even Manilov himself could form no idea。 Then suddenly Chichikov's extraordinary request interrupted the dreamer's reflections； and he found his brain powerless to digest it； seeing that； turn and turn the matter about as he might； he could not properly explain its bearing。 Smoking his pipe； he sat where he was until supper time。
CHAPTER III
Meanwhile； Chichikov； seated in his britchka and bowling along the turnpike； was feeling greatly pleased with himself。 From the preceding chapter the reader will have gathered the principal subject of his bent and inclinations： wherefore it is no matter for wonder that his body and his soul had ended by becoming wholly immersed therein。 To all appearances the thoughts； the calculations； and the projects which were now reflected in his face partook of a pleasant nature； since momentarily they kept leaving behind them a satisfied smile。 Indeed； so engrossed was he that he never noticed that his coachman； elated with the hospitality of Manilov's domestics； was making remarks of a didactic nature to the off horse of the troika＇1＇； a skewbald。 This skewbald was a knowing animal； and made only a show of pulling； whereas its comrades； the middle horse （a bay； and known as the Assessor； owing to his having been acquired from a gentleman of that rank） and the near horse （a roan）； would do their work gallantly； and even evince in their eyes the pleasure which they derived from their exertions。
＇1＇ Three horses harnessed abreast。
〃Ah； you rascal； you rascal！ I'll get the better of you！〃 ejaculated Selifan as he sat up and gave the lazy one a cut with his whip。 〃YOU know your business all right； you German pantaloon！ The bay is a good fellow； and does his duty； and I will give him a bit over his feed； for he is a horse to be respected； and the Assessor too is a good horse。 But what are YOU shaking your ears for？ You are a fool； so just mind when you're spoken to。 'Tis good advice I'm giving you； you blockhead。 Ah！ You CAN travel when you like。〃 And he gave the animal another cut； and then shouted to the trio； 〃Gee up； my beauties！〃 and drew his whip gently across the backs of the skewbald's comradesnot as a punishment； but as a sign of his approval。 That done； he addressed himself to the skewbald again。
〃Do you think；〃 he cried； 〃that I don't see what you are doing？ You can behave quite decently when you like； and make a man respect you。〃
With that he fell to recalling certain reminiscences。
〃They were NICE folk； those folk at the gentleman's yonder；〃 he mused。 〃I DO love a chat with a man when he is a good sort。 With a man of that kind I am always hail…fellow…well…met； and glad to drink a glass of tea with him； or to eat a biscuit。 One CAN'T help respecting a decent fellow。 For instance； this gentleman of minewhy； every one looks up to him； for he has been in the Government's service； and is a Collegiate Councillor。〃
Thus soliloquising； he passed to more remote abstractions； until； had Chichikov been listening； he would have learnt a number of interesting details concerning himself。 However； his thoughts were wholly occupied with his own subject； so much so that not until a loud clap of thunder awoke him from his reverie did he glance around him。 The sky was completely covered with clouds； and the dusty turnpike beginning to be sprinkled with drops of rain。 At length a second and a nearer and a louder peal resounded； and the rain descended as from a bucket。 Falling slantwise； it beat upon one side of the basketwork of the tilt until the splashings began to spurt into his face； and he found himself forced to draw the curtains （fitted with circular openings through which to obtain a glimpse of the wayside view）； and to shout to Selifan to quicken his pace。 Upon that the coachman； interrupted in the middle of his harangue； bethought him that no time was to be lost； wherefore； extracting from under the box…seat a piece of old blanket； he covered over his sleeves； resumed the reins； and cheered on his threefold team （which； it may be said； had so completely succumbed to the influence of the pleasant lassitude induced by Selifan's discourse that it had taken to scarcely placing one leg before the other）。 Unfortunately； Selifan could not clearly remember whether two turnings had been passed or three。 Indeed； on collecting his faculties； and dimly recalling the lie of the road； he became filled with a shrewd suspicion that A VERY LARGE NUMBER of turnings had been passed。 But since； at moments which call for a hasty decision； a Russian is quick to discover what may conceivably be the best course to take； our coachman put away from him all ulterior reasoning； and； turning to the right at the next cross…road； shouted； 〃Hi； my beauties！〃 and set off
at a gallop。 Never for a moment did he stop to think whither the road might lead him！
It was long before the clouds had discharged their burden； and； meanwhile； the dust on the road became kneaded into mire； and the horses' task of pulling the britchka heavier and heavier。 Also； Chichikov had taken alarm at his continued failure to catch sight of Sobakevitch's country house。 According to his calculations； it ought to have been reached long ago。 He gazed about him on every side； but the darkness was too dense for the eye to pierce。
〃Selifan！〃 he exclaimed； leaning forward in the britchka。
〃What is it； barin？〃 replied the coachman。
〃Can you see the country house anywhere？〃
〃No； barin。〃 After which； with a flourish of the whip； the man broke into a sort of endless； drawling song。 In that song everything had a place。 By 〃everything〃 I mean both the various encouraging and stimulating cries with which Russian folk urge on their horses； and a random； unpremeditated selection of adjectives。
Meanwhile Chichikov began to notice that the britchka was swaying violently； and dealing him occasional bumps。 Consequently he suspected that it had left the road and was being dragged over a ploughed field。 Upon Selifan's mind there appeared to have dawned a similar inkling； for he had ceased to hold forth。
〃You rascal； what road are you following？〃 inquired Chichikov。
〃I don't know；〃 retorted the coachman。 〃What can a man do at a time of night when the darkness won't let him even see his whip？〃 And as Selifan spoke the vehicle tilted to an angle which left Chichikov no choice but to hang on with hands and teeth。 At length he realised the fact that Selifan was drunk。
〃Stop； stop； or you will upset us！〃 he shouted to the fellow。
〃No； no； barin；〃 replied Selifan。 〃HOW could I upset you？ To upset people is wrong。 I know that very well； and should never dream of such conduct。〃
Here he started to turn the vehicle round a littleand kept on doing so until the britchka capsized on to its side； and Chichikov landed in the mud on his hands and knees。 Fortunately Selifan succeeded in stopping the horses； although they would have stopped of themselves； seeing that they were utterly worn out。 This unforeseen catastrophe evidently astonished their driver。 Slipping from the box； he stood resting his hands against the side of the britchka； while Chichikov tumbled and floundered about in the mud； in a vain endeavour to wriggle clear of the stuff。
〃Ah； you！〃 said Selifan meditatively to the britchka。 〃To think of upsetting us like this！〃
〃You are as drunk as a lord！〃 exclaimed Chichikov。
〃No； no； barin。 Drunk； indeed？ Why； I know my manners too well。 A word or two with a friendthat is all that I have taken。 Any one may talk with a decent man when he meets him。 There is nothing wrong in that。 Also； we had a snack together。 There is nothing wrong in a snackespecially a snack with a decent man。〃
〃What did I say to you when last you got drunk？〃 asked Chichikov。 〃Have you forgotten what I said then？〃
〃No； no； barin。 HOW could I forget it？ I know what is what； and know that it is not right to get drunk。 All that I have been having is a word or two with a decent man； for the reason that〃
〃Well； if I lay the whip about you； you'll know then how to talk to a decent fellow； I'll warrant！〃
〃As you please； barin；〃 replied the complacent Selifan。 〃Should you whip me； you will whip me； and I shall have nothing to complain of。 Why should you not whip me if I deserve it？ 'Tis for you to do as you like。 Whippings are necessary sometimes； for a peasant often plays the fool； and discipline ought to be maintained。 If I have deserved it； beat me。 Why should you not？〃
This reasoning seemed； at the moment； irrefutable； and Chichikov said nothing more。 Fortunately fate had decided to take pity on the pair； for from afar their ears caught the barking of a dog。 Plucking up courage； Chichikov gave orders for the britchka to be righted； and the horses to be urged forward； and since a Russian driver has at least this merit； that； owing to a keen sense of smell being able to take the place of eyesight； he can； if necessary； drive at random and yet reach a destination of some sort； Selifan succeeded； though powerless to discern a single object； in directing his steeds to a country house near by； and that with such a certainty of instinct that it was not until the shafts had collided with a garden wall； and thereby made it clear that to proceed another pace was impossible； that he stopped。 All