midnight
He ate and drank so much , the dear , holy man , that he died during the night of a terrible attack , without even having had time to repent ; and then in the morning when he got to heaven , I leave you to imagine how he was received . He was told to withdraw on account of his wickedness . His fault was so grievous that it effaced a whole lifetime of virtue ... . He had robbed them of a midnight mass ... . He should have to pay for it with three hundred , and he should not enter into Paradise until he had celebrated in his own chapel these three hundred Christmas masses in the presence of all those who had sinned with him and by his fault ... ... And now this is the true legend of Dom Balaguère as it is related in the olive country . At the present time the château of Trinquelague no longer exists , but the chapel still stands on the top of Mount Ventoux , amid a cluster of green oaks . Its decayed door rattles in the wind , and its threshold is choked up with vegetation ; there are birds ' nests at the corners of the altar , and in the recesses of the lofty windows , from which the stained glass has long ago disappeared .