midnight
What vanity we possess when we lack nothing ! ... '' From the dining-hall there came distinctly the Chevalier 's voice lifted in song . He was singing one of Victor 's triolets which the poet had joined to music : '' _ When Ma 'm ` selle drinks from her satin shoe , I drink the wine from her radiant eyes ; And we sit in a casement made for two When Ma 'm ` selle drinks from her satin shoe With a Bacchante 's love for a Bacchic brew ! Then kiss the grape , for the midnight flies When Ma 'm ` selle drinks from her satin shoe , And I the wine from her radiant eyes ! _ '' `` Madame , he sings well , '' said the marquis , whimsically . `` What was it the Jesuits said ? ... corrupt and degenerate ?