midnight
A fig for all the stars in the sky ! Your bright eyes outshine them all in radiance , and overpower them in influence . All the music of the spheres is to me discord compared with the voice of Angélique des Meloises , whom alone I love ! '' As he spoke a strain of heavenly harmony arose from the chapel of the Convent of the Ursulines , where they were celebrating midnight service for the safety of New France . Amid the sweet voices that floated up on the notes of the pealing organ was clearly distinguished that of Mère St. Borgia , the aunt of Angélique , who led the choir of nuns . In trills and cadences of divine melody the voice of Mère St. Borgia rose higher and higher , like a spirit mounting the skies . The words were indistinct , but Angélique knew them by heart .