gesture of astonishment at the sight of
Chichikov. "What chance brings YOU here?"

Upon that Chichikov recognised Nozdrev--the man whom he had met at
dinner at the Public Prosecutor's, and who, within a minute or two of
the introduction, had become so intimate with his fellow guest as to
address him in the second person singular, in spite of the fact that
Chichikov had given him no opportunity for doing so.

"Where have you been to-day?" Nozdrev inquired, and, without waiting for
an answer, went on: "For myself, I am just from the fair, and completely
cleaned out. Actually, I have had to do the journey back with stage
horses! Look out of the window, and see them for yourself." And he
turned Chichikov's head so sharply in the desired direction that he came
very near to bumping it against the window frame. "Did you ever see such
a bag of tricks? The cursed things have only just managed to get here.
In fact, on the way I had to transfer myself to this fellow's britchka."
He indicated his companion with a finger. "By the way, don't you know
one another? He is Mizhuev, my brother-in-law. He and I were talking of
you only this morning. 'Just you see,' said I to him, 'if we do not fall
in with Chichikov before we have done.' Heavens, how completely cleaned
out I am! Not only have I lost four good horses, but also my watch and
chain." Chichikov perceived that in very truth his interlocutor was
minus the articles named, as well as that one of Nozdrev's whiskers was
less bushy in appearance than the other one. "Had I had another twenty
roubles in my pocket," went on Nozdrev, "I should have won back all that
I have lost, as well as have pouched a further thirty thousand. Yes, I
give you my word of honour on that."

"But you were saying the same thing when last I met you," put in the
flaxen-haired man. "Yet, even though I lent you fifty roubles, you lost
them all."

"But I should not have lost them THIS time. Don't try to make me out
a fool. I should NOT have lost them, I tell you. Had I only played the
right card, I should have broken the bank."

"But you did NOT break the bank," remarked the flaxen-haired man.

"No. That was because I did not play my cards right. But what about your
precious major's play? Is THAT good?"

"Good or not, at least he beat you."

"Splendid of him! Nevertheless I will get my own back. Let him play me
at doubles, and we shall soon see what sort of a player he is!
Friend Chichikov, at first we