I did not much like the arrangement of Jane's new house when I came to stay in it.

The way the two bedrooms, hers and mine, were shut off from the rest of the house by a door, barred and locked at night for fear of burglars, was, I thought, unpleasant, especially as, once in my room for the night, there was no possibility of getting out of it, the key of the door of the passage not being even allowed to remain in the lock, but retiring with Jane, the canary cage, and other valuables, into her own apartment.

I remonstrated, but I soon found that Jane had not remained unmarried for nothing.

She was decided on the point.

The outer door would be locked as usual, and the key would be deposited under the pin-cushion in her room, as usual; and it was so.
The next morning, as Jane and I went out for a stroll before luncheon, we had to pass the house to which I had driven by mistake the day before.