Bring the sugar here, and _I_ will put it back." "Good-bye, dear sir," finally he added to Chichikov.

"May the Lord bless you! Hand that letter to the President of the Council, and let him read it.

Yes, he is an old friend of mine.

We knew one another as schoolfellows." With that this strange phenomenon, this withered old man, escorted his guest to the gates of the courtyard, and, after the guest had departed, ordered the gates to be closed, made the round of the outbuildings for the purpose of ascertaining whether the numerous watchmen were at their posts, peered into the kitchen (where, under the pretence of seeing whether his servants were being properly fed, he made a light meal of cabbage soup and gruel), rated the said servants soundly for their thievishness and general bad behaviour, and then returned to his room.
Meditating in solitude, he fell to thinking how best he could contrive to recompense his guest for the latter's measureless benevolence.

"I will present him," he thought to himself, "with a watch.