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`` What calamities ! '' groaned Tricotrin . `` How fruitless are man 's noblest endeavours without the favouring breeze ! I shall drown myself at eight o'clock . However , I will readily plead for you first , if your mistress will receive me . '' By the maid 's advice he presented himself late in the day , and when he had cooled his heels in the salon for some time , a lady entered , who was of such ravishing appearance that his head swam . `` Monsieur Tricotrin ? ''