about five o’clock
`` I love it ! It hurts me whenever I hear my countrymen malign it . '' They were in the Ludwigsstrasse , and the scene was like a holiday in America . Every one was out after the rain and all faces reflected that exuberant gayety which seems to be born about five o'clock in each continental city . People in carriages , people in cabs , people on horseback , people on bicycles , people walking , people leading dogs , people wheeling babies , people following children , all one laughing , bowing , chattering procession , coming and going ceaselessly between the Feldherrnhalle and the Siegesthor , with the blue Bavarian sky blessing all the pleasure , and the tame doves of Munich under the feet of each and every one . Von Ibn stopped to watch the brilliant scene ; Rosina stood beside him . `` What ill can one say of us ? ''