In an access of gratitude, Chichikov proceeded to pour out such a torrent of thanks that Manilov grew flustered, turned all red, kept shaking his head in demurral and finally managed to express himself to the effect that it was truly nothing, that he would indeed like in some way to demonstrate the attraction of the heart, the magnetism of the soul, and that the deceased souls were, in a certain respect, nothing but rubbish.
