twenty minutes past six
`` Well , that 's a handsome offer , '' George Flack replied while Delia put it on record that they had each eaten about thirty cakes . `` Well , I wondered what you were doing so long . But never mind your cakes . It 's twenty minutes past six , and the table d'hote 's on time . '' `` You do n't mean to say you dine at the table d'hote ! '' Mr. Flack cried . `` Why , do n't you like that ? ''