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`` Wot 's ' e do ? '' Bindle had enquired . `` He 's engaged upon the Lord 's work , '' she had replied , and proved unamenable to all further interrogation . On the Monday Bindle was home from work early , only to be informed that Mr. Gupperduck would not arrive until eight o'clock . `` Now you just be careful what you say , Bindle , '' Mrs. Bindle had admonished him as she busied herself with innumerable saucepans upon the stove . `` Do n't you be nervous , Mrs. B. , '' he reassured her , sniffing the savoury air with keen anticipation , `` there ai n't nothink wrong with my conversation once I gets goin ' . Wot about drink ? ''