I have business to do." "Oh, business again! I thought so!" "But I HAVE business to do--and pressing business at that." "I wager that you're lying.

If not, tell me whom you're going to call upon." "Upon Sobakevitch." Instantly Nozdrev burst into a laugh compassable only by a healthy man in whose head every tooth still remains as white as sugar.

By this I mean the laugh of quivering cheeks, the laugh which causes a neighbour who is sleeping behind double doors three rooms away to leap from his bed and exclaim with distended eyes, "Hullo! Something HAS upset him!" "What is there to laugh at ?" asked Chichikov, a trifle nettled; but Nozdrev laughed more unrestrainedly than ever, ejaculating: "Oh, spare us all! The thing is so amusing that I shall die of it!" "I say that there is nothing to laugh at," repeated Chichikov.

"It is in fulfilment of a promise that I am on my way to Sobakevitch's." "Then you will scarcely be glad to be alive when you've got there, for he is the veriest miser in the countryside.

Oh, _I_ know you.