The next day, for the first time, nothing was done towards the decoration of the door.

I suspect some imprudence of Mr.Franklin's on the Continent--with a woman or a debt at the bottom of it--had followed him to England.

But that is all guesswork.

In this case, not only Mr.
Franklin, but my lady too, for a wonder, left me in the dark.
On the seventeenth, to all appearance, the cloud passed away again.

They returned to their decorating work on the door, and seemed to be as good friends as ever.