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`` Dinner ! Dinner at six . '' `` Lord preserve us , '' said Mrs. Smithers , half to herself . `` Your uncle allers ` ad ` is dinner at one o'clock , sharp , and ' e would n't like it to ` ave such scandalous goin 's on in ` is own ` ouse . '' `` You 're working for me , '' Dorothy reminded her sharply , `` and not for my uncle . '' There was a long silence , during which Mrs. Smithers peered curiously at her young mistress over her steel-bowed spectacles . `` I 'm not so sure as you , '' she said .