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"
Yes
,
"
affirmed
Manilov
;
"
and
every
day
SHE
has
said
to
ME
:
'
Why
does
not
your
friend
put
in
an
appearance
?
'
'
Wait
a
little
dearest
,
'
I
have
always
replied
.
''
Twill
not
be
long
now
before
he
comes
.
'
And
you
HAVE
come
,
you
HAVE
honoured
us
with
a
visit
,
you
HAVE
bestowed
upon
us
a
treat
--
a
treat
destined
to
convert
this
day
into
a
gala
day
,
a
true
birthday
of
the
heart
.
"
The
intimation
that
matters
had
reached
the
point
of
the
occasion
being
destined
to
constitute
a
"
true
birthday
of
the
heart
"
caused
Chichikov
to
become
a
little
confused
;
wherefore
he
made
modest
reply
that
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
he
was
neither
of
distinguished
origin
nor
distinguished
rank
.
"
Ah
,
you
ARE
so
,
"
interrupted
Manilov
with
his
fixed
and
engaging
smile
.
"
You
are
all
that
,
and
more
.
"
"
How
like
you
our
town
?
"
queried
Madame
.
"
Have
you
spent
an
agreeable
time
in
it
?
"
"
Very
,
"
replied
Chichikov
.
"
The
town
is
an
exceedingly
nice
one
,
and
I
have
greatly
enjoyed
its
hospitable
society
.
"
"
And
what
do
you
think
of
our
Governor
?
"
"
Yes
;
IS
he
not
a
most
engaging
and
dignified
personage
?
"
added
Manilov
.
"
He
is
all
that
,
"
assented
Chichikov
.
"
Indeed
,
he
is
a
man
worthy
of
the
greatest
respect
.
And
how
thoroughly
he
performs
his
duty
according
to
his
lights
!
Would
that
we
had
more
like
him
!
"
"
And
the
tactfulness
with
which
he
greets
every
one
!
"
added
Manilov
,
smiling
,
and
half-closing
his
eyes
,
like
a
cat
which
is
being
tickled
behind
the
ears
.
