Look here, brother-in-law.

Pay her, will you, for I have not a kopeck left." "How much ?" inquired the brother-in-law.
"What, sir?
Eighty kopecks, if you please," replied the old woman.
"A lie! Give her half a rouble.

That will be quite enough." "No, it will NOT, barin," protested the old woman.

However, she took the money gratefully, and even ran to the door to open it for the gentlemen.
As a matter of fact, she had lost nothing by the transaction, since she had demanded fully a quarter more than the vodka was worth.
The travellers then took their seats, and since Chichikov's britchka kept alongside the britchka wherein Nozdrev and his brother-in-law were seated, it was possible for all three men to converse together as they proceeded.

Behind them came Nozdrev's smaller buggy, with its team of lean stage horses and Porphyri and the puppy.