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The very next day De Scudéri intended to go and take the jewellery to the goldsmith 's . But somehow it seemed as if all the wits and intellects of entire Paris had conspired together to overwhelm Mademoiselle just on this particular morning with their verses and plays and anecdotes . No sooner had La Chapelle -LSB- 17 -RSB- finished reading a tragedy , and had slyly remarked with some degree of confident assurance that he should now certainly beat Racine , than the latter poet himself came in , and routed him with a pathetic speech of a certain king , until Boileau appeared to let off the rockets of his wit into this black sky of Tragedy -- in order that he might not be talked to death on the subject of the colonnade -LSB- 18 -RSB- of the Louvre , for he had been penned up in it by Dr. Perrault , the architect . It was high noon ; De Scudéri had to go to the Duchess de Montansier 's ; and so the visit to Master René Cardillac 's was put off until the next day . Mademoiselle , however , was tormented by a most extraordinary feeling of uneasiness . The young man 's figure was constantly before her eyes ; and deep down in her memory there was stirring a dim recollection that she had seen his face and features somewhere before . Her sleep , which was of the lightest , was disturbed by troublesome dreams .