has run out.

I would put you in the way of that.

I see lots of writing people at my shop." "Well," said Augusta, "I will speak to Bessie about it." "Oh, of course, Lady Holmhurst will say no," said Eustace, gloomily.

"She will think about the 'things'; and, besides, she won't want to lose you before she is obliged." "That is all that I can do for you, Sir," said Augusta, with decision.
"There--come--that's enough! Good-night." And breaking away from him, she made a pretty little curtsey and vanished.
"Now, I wonder what she means to do," meditated Eustace, as the butler brought him his hat.

"I really should not wonder if she came round to it.
But then, one never knows how a woman will take a thing.