(a thing wherewith to beguile
a husband's leisure moments), and that particular department of
housewifery which is comprised in the knitting of purses and other
"surprises." Nevertheless changes and improvements have begun to take
place, since things now are governed more by the personal inclinations
and idiosyncracies of the keepers of such establishments. For instance,
in some seminaries the regimen places piano-playing first, and the
French language second, and then the above department of housewifery;
while in other seminaries the knitting of "surprises" heads the list,
and then the French language, and then the playing of pianos--so diverse
are the systems in force! None the less, I may remark that Madame
Manilov--
But let me confess that I always shrink from saying too much about
ladies. Moreover, it is time that we returned to our heroes, who, during
the past few minutes, have been standing in front of the drawing-room
door, and engaged in urging one another to enter first.
"Pray be so good as not to inconvenience yourself on my account," said
Chichikov. "_I_ will follow YOU."
"No, Paul Ivanovitch--no! You are my guest." And Manilov pointed towards
the doorway.
"Make no difficulty about it, I pray," urged Chichikov. "I beg of you to
make no difficulty about it, but to pass into the room."
"Pardon me, I will not. Never could I allow so distinguished and so
welcome a guest as yourself to take second place."
"Why call me 'distinguished,' my dear sir? I beg of you to proceed."
"Nay; be YOU pleased to do so."
"And why?"
"For the reason which I have stated." And Manilov smiled his very
pleasantest smile.
Finally the pair entered simultaneously and sideways; with the result
that they jostled one another not a little in the process.
"Allow me to present to you my wife," continued Manilov. "My dear--Paul
Ivanovitch."
Upon that Chichikov caught sight of a lady whom hitherto he had
overlooked, but who, with Manilov, was now bowing to him in the doorway.
Not wholly of unpleasing exterior, she was dressed in a well-fitting,
high-necked morning dress of pale-coloured silk; and as the visitor
entered the room her small white hands threw something upon the table
and clutched her embroidered skirt before rising from the sofa where she
had been seated. Not without a sense of pleasure did Chichikov take her
hand as, lisping a little, she declared that she and her husband were
equally gratified by his co
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