five o’clock
Even a man heartbroken would have had to grin ; and Pilar had persuaded me not to be heartbroken yet . If I laughed , I sympathized too , and liked Dick better than ever because we were eating the same bitter-sweet orange of which the voice had sung . It seemed that Pilar had neither accepted nor refused him , but had asked for time to think ; and he would have been a little encouraged if she had not suddenly said , `` Don Cipriano _ loves _ bulls . '' At five o'clock we spun into Seville , with the car , for nobody knew at what time the procession might begin ; nobody ever did know , it appeared . And Pilar was no longer merrily boyish , but feminine and seductive again in her black mantilla . The vast oblong of the Plaza de la Constitución was already humming with the excitement of a moving crowd . The lane between chairs and tribune was thronged with the poor of the town and peasants from the country , who would have no seats and must press for places to see the procession ; but there was no ill-natured pushing , and gentlest care was taken not to crush the toddling , star-eyed children who tumbled under people 's feet .