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"
That
being
so
,
"
said
Manilov
,
"
allow
me
to
invite
you
into
my
study
.
"
And
he
led
the
way
to
a
small
room
which
faced
the
blue
of
the
forest
.
"
This
is
my
sanctum
,
"
he
added
.
"
What
a
pleasant
apartment
!
"
remarked
Chichikov
as
he
eyed
it
carefully
.
And
,
indeed
,
the
room
did
not
lack
a
certain
attractiveness
.
The
walls
were
painted
a
sort
of
blueish-grey
colour
,
and
the
furniture
consisted
of
four
chairs
,
a
settee
,
and
a
table
--
the
latter
of
which
bore
a
few
sheets
of
writing-paper
and
the
book
of
which
I
have
before
had
occasion
to
speak
.
But
the
most
prominent
feature
of
the
room
was
tobacco
,
which
appeared
in
many
different
guises
--
in
packets
,
in
a
tobacco
jar
,
and
in
a
loose
heap
strewn
about
the
table
.
Likewise
,
both
window
sills
were
studded
with
little
heaps
of
ash
,
arranged
,
not
without
artifice
,
in
rows
of
more
or
less
tidiness
.
Clearly
smoking
afforded
the
master
of
the
house
a
frequent
means
of
passing
the
time
.
"
Permit
me
to
offer
you
a
seat
on
this
settee
,
"
said
Manilov
.
"
Here
you
will
be
quieter
than
you
would
be
in
the
drawing-room
.
"
"
But
I
should
prefer
to
sit
upon
this
chair
.
"
"
I
can
not
allow
that
,
"
objected
the
smiling
Manilov
.
"
The
settee
is
specially
reserved
for
my
guests
.
Whether
you
choose
or
no
,
upon
it
you
MUST
sit
.
"
Accordingly
Chichikov
obeyed
.
"
And
also
let
me
hand
you
a
pipe
.
"
"
No
,
I
never
smoke
,
"
answered
Chichikov
civilly
,
and
with
an
assumed
air
of
regret
.
"
And
why
?
"
inquired
Manilov
--
equally
civilly
,
but
with
a
regret
that
was
wholly
genuine
.
