twenty
minutes past six
However , nobody can tell , and it is a long while ago . '' `` A long while ago or not I mean to let him know my opinion of him when I get back to Boisingham , '' said Edward viciously . `` By Jove ! it 's twenty minutes past six , and in this establishment we dine at the pleasant hour of half-past . Wo n't you come and wash your hands . '' Mr. Quest had a very good dinner , and contrary to his custom drank the best part of a bottle of old port after it . He had an unpleasant business to face that evening , and felt as though his nerves required bracing .