Raoul was not four minutes in performing what he had been directed to do; he returned to the little door, where, in the gloom, he found his mysterious conductress waiting for him, on the first steps of a winding staircase.
At every false step made by Raoul, his conductress cried, "Hush!" and held out to him a soft and perfumed hand.
But as my little conductress
, with her hair of gold and her frock of blue, danced before me round corners and pattered down passages, I had the view of a castle of romance inhabited by a rosy sprite, such a place as would somehow, for diversion of the young idea, take all color out of storybooks and fairytales.
Ferrari's heart beat as if it would burst out of her bosom, when her conductress
led her into an ante-room, and knocked at a door opening into a room beyond.
As he was half amused and half curious and all in doubt how to get rid of the old lady without offence, she continued to lead us away, and he and Ada continued to follow, our strange conductress informing us all the time, with much smiling condescension, that she lived close by.
We naturally drew back and glanced at our conductress, who had been trying to open the house-door with a key she had taken from her pocket, and to whom Richard now said that as we had had the pleasure of seeing where she lived, we would leave her, being pressed for time.
I said something to the effect that it was a lady whom I had seen before, in a few words, to my conductress
; and had scarcely done so, when we heard her voice in the room, though not, from where we stood, what she was saying.
My young conductress
locked the gate, and we went across the court-yard.
I did think so but forebore to say it, and I softly followed my conductress
As a conductress
of Indian schools, and a helper amongst Indian women, your assistance will be to me invaluable."
Eustache, who, up to that moment had been diverted by a little carriage drawn by a large dog, which had just passed, suddenly perceived that his three conductresses
were gazing at something through the window, and, curiosity taking possession of him in his turn, he climbed upon a stone post, elevated himself on tiptoe, and applied his fat, red face to the opening, shouting, "Mother, let me see too!"
My senior memory remembers special weekend treats like evening rides on the Matorco - that double-decker which plied the Roxas Boulevard (for the older ones, "Dewey Boulevard"), with the conductress
serving drinks and sandwiches on the route from Luneta to Baclaran.