I really think adventures, like misfortunes, never come single.

Would you believe it?
Our house was broken into that very night.

Nothing serious came of it, wonderful to relate, owing to Jane's extraordinary presence of mind.

She had been unable to sleep after my thrilling account of the cab accident, and had consoled herself by reading Baxter's "Saint's Rest" by her night-light, for the canary became restless and liable to sudden bursts of song if a candle were lighted.
While so engaged she became aware of a subdued grating sound, which had continued for some time before she began to speculate upon it.

While she was speculating it ceased, and after a short interval she distinctly heard a stealthy step upon the stair, and the handle of the passage door before-mentioned was gently, very gently turned.
Jane has some of that quickness of perception which has been of such use to myself through life.