"How have you slept ?" She was dressed in better style than she had been on the previous evening.

That is to say, she was now wearing a gown of some dark colour, and lacked her nightcap, and had swathed her neck in something stiff.
"I have slept exceedingly well," replied Chichikov, seating himself upon a chair.

"And how are YOU, good madam ?" "But poorly, my dear sir." "And why so ?" "Because I cannot sleep.

A pain has taken me in my middle, and my legs, from the ankles upwards, are aching as though they were broken." "That will pass, that will pass, good mother.

You must pay no attention to it." "God grant that it MAY pass.