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"
Well
,
whatever
I
may
be
,
at
least
I
'm
here
,
"
said
a
voice
by
his
side
.
Chichikov
looked
round
,
and
perceived
that
,
in
the
meanwhile
,
the
barin
had
dressed
himself
and
overtaken
the
carriage
.
With
a
pair
of
yellow
trousers
he
was
wearing
a
grass-green
jacket
,
and
his
neck
was
as
guiltless
of
a
collar
as
Cupid
's
.
Also
,
as
he
sat
sideways
in
his
drozhki
,
his
bulk
was
such
that
he
completely
filled
the
vehicle
.
Chichikov
was
about
to
make
some
remark
or
another
when
the
stout
gentleman
disappeared
;
and
presently
his
drozhki
re-emerged
into
view
at
the
spot
where
the
fish
had
been
drawn
to
land
,
and
his
voice
could
be
heard
reiterating
exhortations
to
his
serfs
.
Yet
when
Chichikov
reached
the
verandah
of
the
house
he
found
,
to
his
intense
surprise
,
the
stout
gentleman
waiting
to
welcome
the
visitor
.
How
he
had
contrived
to
convey
himself
thither
passed
Chichikov
's
comprehension
.
Host
and
guest
embraced
three
times
,
according
to
a
bygone
custom
of
Russia
.
Evidently
the
barin
was
one
of
the
old
school
.
"
I
bring
you
,
"
said
Chichikov
,
"
a
greeting
from
his
Excellency
.
"
"
From
whom
?
"
"
From
your
relative
General
Alexander
Dmitrievitch
.
"
"
Who
is
Alexander
Dmitrievitch
?
"
"
What
?
You
do
not
know
General
Alexander
Dmitrievitch
Betrishev
?
"
exclaimed
Chichikov
with
a
touch
of
surprise
.
"
No
,
I
do
not
,
"
replied
the
gentleman
.
Chichikov
's
surprise
grew
to
absolute
astonishment
.
"
How
comes
that
about
?
"
he
ejaculated
.
"
I
hope
that
I
have
the
honour
of
addressing
Colonel
Koshkarev
?
"
