about five o'clock in the afternoon
In an elegant victoria he thought he recognized Padre Damaso , grave and frowning , but he had already passed . Now he was pleasantly greeted by Capitan Tinong , who was passing in a carretela with his wife and two daughters . As they went down off the bridge the horses broke into a trot along the Sabana Drive . -LSB- 47 -RSB- On the left the Arroceros Cigar Factory resounded with the noise of the cigar-makers pounding the tobacco leaves , and Ibarra was unable to restrain a smile as he thought of the strong odor which about five o'clock in the afternoon used to float all over the _ Puente de Barcas _ and which had made him sick when he was a child . The lively conversations and the repartee of the crowds from the cigar factories carried him back to the district of Lavapiés in Madrid , with its riots of cigar-makers , so fatal for the unfortunate policemen . The Botanical Garden drove away these agreeable recollections ; the demon of comparison brought before his mind the Botanical Gardens of Europe , in countries where great , labor and much money are needed to make a single leaf grow or one flower open its calyx ; he recalled those of the colonies , where they are well supplied and tended , and all open to the public . Ibarra turned away his gaze toward the old Manila surrounded still by its walls and moats like a sickly girl wrapped in the garments of her grandmother 's better days .