midnight
`` I have plenty of time to think of that ; I am not yet greasing my boots for the long journey . '' The two saints went out and Roger followed them , curious to be present at such a rare game ; but suddenly , near the Chapel of St. Antony , they disappeared . The wheelwright then went to see the mummers tumbling in the high street of Condé . When he returned , towards midnight , he found at the corner of his door the desired club . To his great surprise it was only a bad little iron head attached to a wretched worn-out shaft . Nevertheless he took the gift of St. Peter and put it carefully away . Next morning the Condéens scattered in crowds over the country , to play golf , eat red herrings , and drink beer , so as to scatter the fumes of wine from their heads and to revive after the fatigues of the Carnival .