Indeed, he seemed in the right mood for outpourings of the heart, for he continued--not without a ring of emotion in his tone: "If you but knew the service which you have rendered to an apparently insignificant individual who is devoid both of family and kindred! For what have I not suffered in my time--I, a drifting barque amid the tempestuous billows of life?
What harryings, what persecutions, have I not known?
Of what grief have I not tasted?
And why?
Simply because I have ever kept the truth in view, because ever I have preserved inviolate an unsullied conscience, because ever I have stretched out a helping hand to the defenceless widow and the hapless orphan!" After which outpouring Chichikov pulled out his handkerchief, and wiped away a brimming tear.
Manilov's heart was moved to the core.

Again and again did the two friends press one another's hands in silence as they gazed into one another's tear-filled eyes.

Indeed, Manilov COULD not let go our hero's hand, but clasped it with such warmth that the hero in question began to feel himself at a loss how best to wrench it free: until, quietly withdrawing it, he observed that to have the purchase completed as speedily as possible would not be a bad thing; wherefore he himself would at once return to the town to arrange matters.

Taking up his hat, therefore, he rose to make his adieus.
"What?
Are you departing already ?" said Manilov, suddenly recovering himself, and experiencing a sense of misgiving.

At that moment his wife sailed into the room.
"Is Paul Ivanovitch leaving us so soon, dearest Lizanka ?" she said with an air of regret.
"Yes.