six o'clock
Drink her down , drink her down , till every mother 's son of you is drunk . And I 'll feel insulted if they do n't come down and get you to-night because you ca n't walk home , and find you all rooting in the sand here like so many grunting hogs ! '' Pascualo was on his way home from an afternoon in Valencia ; but on reaching the Glorieta , he stopped in front of the Old Customs House . It was six o'clock . The sun was tinting the enormous front of the building an orange gold , softening the colors of the greenish black smudge that the rain had left on the mansard windows . The statue of Charles II seemed to be melting into the mellow bluish transparency of the light-filled atmosphere . Through the gratings drifted the hum of a busy hive -- voices calling , songs coming from a distance , the metallic click of scissors as the workers picked them up or let them fall .