"I know you and your poor play," said Nozdrev, moving a chessman.
"In fact, it is a long time since last I had a chessman in my hand," replied Chichikov, also moving a piece.
"Ah! I know you and your poor play," repeated Nozdrev, moving a second chessman.
"I say again that it is a long time since last I had a chessman in my hand." And Chichikov, in his turn, moved.
"Ah! I know you and your poor play," repeated Nozdrev, for the third time as he made a third move. At the same moment the cuff of one of his sleeves happened to dislodge another chessman from its position.
"Again, I say," said Chichikov, "that 'tis a long time since last But hi! look here! Put that piece back in its place!"
"What piece?"
"This one." And almost as Chichikov spoke he saw a third chessman coming into view between the queens. God only knows whence that chessman had materialised.
"No, no!" shouted Chichikov as he rose from the table. "It is impossible to play with a man like you. People don't move three pieces at once."
"How 'three pieces'? All that I have done is to make a mistake—to move one of my pieces by accident. If you like, I will forfeit it to you."
"And whence has the third piece come?"
"What third piece?"
"The one now standing between the queens?"
"'Tis one of your own pieces. Surely you are forgetting?"
"No, no, my friend. I have counted every move, and can remember each one. That piece has only just become added to the board. Put it back in its place, I say."
"Its place? Which is its place?" But Nozdrev had reddened a good deal. "I perceive you to be a strategist at the game."
"No, no, good friend. You are the strategist—though an unsuccessful one, as it happens."
"Then of what are you supposing me capable? Of cheating you?"
"I am not supposing you capable of anything. All that I say is that I will not play with you any more."
"But you can't refuse to," said Nozdrev, growing heated. "You see, the game has begun."
"Nevertheless I have a right not to continue it, seeing that you are not playing as an honest man should do."
