"You are lying—you cannot truthfully say that."
"'Tis you who are lying."
"But I have not cheated. Consequently you cannot refuse to play, but must continue the game to a finish."
"You cannot force me to play," retorted Chichikov coldly as, turning to the chessboard, he swept the pieces into confusion.
Nozdrev approached Chichikov in a manner so threatening that the other fell back a couple of paces.
"I will force you to play," said Nozdrev. "It is no use your making a mess of the chessboard, for I can remember every move. We will replace the chessmen exactly as they were."
"No, no, my friend. The game is over, and I play you no more."
"You say that you will not?"
"Yes. Surely you can see for yourself that such a thing is impossible?"
"That cock won't fight. Say at once that you refuse to play with me." And Nozdrev approached a step nearer.
"Very well; I do say that," replied Chichikov, and at the same moment raised his hands towards his face, for the dispute was growing heated. Nor was the act of caution altogether unwarranted, for Nozdrev also raised his fist, and it may be that one of our hero's plump, pleasant-looking cheeks would have sustained an indelible insult had not he (Chichikov) parried the blow and, seizing Nozdrev by his whirling arms, held them fast.
"Porphyri! Pavlushka!" shouted Nozdrev as madly he strove to free himself.
On hearing the words, Chichikov, both because he wished to avoid rendering the servants witnesses of the unedifying scene and because he felt that it would be of no avail to hold Nozdrev any longer, let go of the latter's arms; but at the same moment Porphyri and Pavlushka entered the room—a pair of stout rascals with whom it would be unwise to meddle.
"Do you, or do you not, intend to finish the game?" said Nozdrev. "Give me a direct answer."
"No; it will not be possible to finish the game," replied Chichikov, glancing out of the window. He could see his britchka standing ready for him, and Selifan evidently awaiting orders to draw up to the entrance steps. But from the room there was no escape, since in the doorway was posted the couple of well-built serving-men.
"Then it is as I say? You refuse to finish the game?" repeated Nozdrev, his face as red as fire.
