"See how the clouds are gathering!" "They are only small ones," replied Chichikov.
"And you know your way to Sobakevitch's ?" "No, I do not, and should be glad if you would direct me." "If you like I will tell your coachman." And in very civil fashion Manilov did so, even going so far as to address the man in the second person plural.

On hearing that he was to pass two turnings, and then to take a third, Selifan remarked, "We shall get there all right, sir," and Chichikov departed amid a profound salvo of salutations and wavings of handkerchiefs on the part of his host and hostess, who raised themselves on tiptoe in their enthusiasm.
For a long while Manilov stood following the departing britchka with his eyes.

In fact, he continued to smoke his pipe and gaze after the vehicle even when it had become lost to view.

Then he re-entered the drawing-room, seated himself upon a chair, and surrendered his mind to the thought that he had shown his guest most excellent entertainment.
Next, his mind passed imperceptibly to other matters, until at last it lost itself God only knows where.

He thought of the amenities of a life, of friendship, and of how nice it would be to live with a comrade on, say, the bank of some river, and to span the river with a bridge of his own, and to build an enormous mansion with a facade lofty enough even to afford a view to Moscow.