six o'clock
Come at six , -- the band shall play at seven , -- and regard your friend ` Mees Boston , ' who will tell you about the little old nigger boys , and your old Uncle ` Ennery . '' Two things struck me : Enriquez had not changed ; Mrs. Saltillo had certainly yielded up some of her peculiar prejudices . For the address given , far from being a fashionable district , was known as the `` Spanish quarter , '' which , while it still held some old Spanish families , was chiefly given over to half-castes and obscurer foreigners . Even poverty could not have driven Mrs. Saltillo to such a refuge against her will ; nevertheless , a good deal of concern for Enriquez 's fortune mingled with my curiosity , as I impatiently waited for six o'clock to satisfy it . It was a breezy climb to 1110 Dupont Street ; and although the street had been graded , the houses retained their airy elevation , and were accessible only by successive flights of wooden steps to the front door , which still gave perilously upon the street , sixty feet below . I now painfully appreciated Enriquez 's adaptation of the time-honored joke about the second floor . An invincible smell of garlic almost took my remaining breath away as the door was opened to me by a swarthy Mexican woman , whose loose camisa seemed to be slipping from her unstable bust , and was held on only by the mantua-like shawl which supplemented it , gripped by one brown hand .