The matter is a very simple one.

The question is: what is a dead soul worth, and is it of any use to any one ?" "It is of use to YOU, or you would not be buying such articles." Chichikov bit his lip, and stood at a loss for a retort.

He tried to saying something about "family and domestic circumstances," but Sobakevitch cut him short with: "I don't want to know your private affairs, for I never poke my nose into such things.

You need the souls, and I am ready to sell them.
Should you not buy them, I think you will repent it." "Two roubles is my price," repeated Chichikov.
"Come, come! As you have named that sum, I can understand your not liking to go back upon it; but quote me a bona fide figure." "The devil fly away with him!" mused Chichikov.

"However, I will add another half-rouble." And he did so.
"Indeed ?" said Sobakevitch.