My own house, indeed, was never actually on fire; but the houses of my next-door neighbours were no less than five times in flames in the course of one winter.

By my exertions, or rather by my precautions, they suffered but little damage, and all my neighbours looked upon me as their deliverer and friend; they loaded me with presents, and offered more, indeed, than I would accept.

All repeated that I was Saladin the Lucky.

This compliment I disclaimed, feeling more ambitious of being called Saladin the Prudent.

It is thus that what we call modesty is often only a more refined species of pride.
But to proceed with my story.
"One night I had been later than usual at supper at a friend's house; none but the watch were in the streets, and even they, I believe, were asleep.
"As I passed one of the conduits which convey water to the city, I heard a trickling noise; and, upon examination, I found that the cook of the water-spout was half turned, so that the water was running out.