"Yet how unfortunate it is that the harvest should have proved so poor as to have prevented me from earning anything on my--But why should you be in such a hurry to depart, good sir ?" She broke off on seeing Chichikov reach for his cap.
"The britchka is not yet ready." "Then it is being got so, madam, it is being got so, and I shall need a moment or two to pack my things." "As you please, dear sir; but do not forget me in connection with those Government contracts." "No, I have said that NEVER shall I forget you," replied Chichikov as he hurried into the hall.
"And would you like to buy some lard ?" continued his hostess, pursuing him.
"Lard?
Oh certainly.

Why not?
Only, only--I will do so ANOTHER time." "I shall have some ready at about Christmas." "Quite so, madam.

THEN I will buy anything and everything--the lard included." "And perhaps you will be wanting also some feathers?
I shall be having some for sale about St.Philip's Day." "Very well, very well, madam." "There you see!" she remarked as they stepped out on to the verandah.
"The britchka is NOT yet ready." "But it soon will be, it soon will be.

Only direct me to the main road." "How am I to do that ?" said Madame.

"'Twould puzzle a wise man to do so, for in these parts there are so many turnings.