It's there all right--but it is the door that's wrong.

Never saw such flimsy things as the doors in all this place.' And Benson examined the two flaps of the door, filled with that frank contempt for the foreigner's powers and intelligence which makes the English race so beloved of Europe.
'Why, the floor-bolts'll scarcely hold, neither of them; and the lock's that loose, it's a disgrace.

But I shouldn't think the people that own this place had spent a shilling on it since I was born.

When you go to lay hold on things they're just tumbling to bits.' 'Oh! never mind, Benson,' said Lucy--shrinking.

'I'm sure it'll be all right.