Just feel them." "Why should I?
Without doing that, I can see that he is well-bred." "Nevertheless, catch hold of his ears and feel them." To humour the fellow Chichikov did as he had requested, remarking: "Yes, he seems likely to turn out well." "And feel the coldness of his nose! Just take it in your hand." Not wishing to offend his interlocutor, Chichikov felt the puppy's nose, saying: "Some day he will have an excellent scent." "Yes, will he not?
'Tis the right sort of muzzle for that.

I must say that I have long been wanting such a puppy.

Porphyri, take him away again." Porphyri lifted up the puppy, and bore it downstairs.
"Look here, Chichikov," resumed Nozdrev.

"You MUST come to my place.

It lies only five versts away, and we can go there like the wind, and you can visit Sobakevitch afterwards." "Shall I, or shall I not, go to Nozdrev's ?" reflected Chichikov.