This anxiety led her into the spar-house on some pretext or other almost every morning while they were awaiting the reply.
Fitzpiers too, though he did not personally appear, was much interested, and not altogether easy in his mind; for he had been informed by an authority of what he had himself conjectured, that if the tree had been allowed to stand, the old man would have gone on complaining, but might have lived for twenty years.
Eleven times had Winterborne gone to that corner of the ride, and looked up its long straight slope through the wet grays of winter dawn.
But though the postman's bowed figure loomed in view pretty regularly, he brought nothing for Giles.

On the twelfth day the man of missives, while yet in the extreme distance, held up his hand, and Winterborne saw a letter in it.

He took it into the spar-house before he broke the seal, and those who were there gathered round him while he read, Grace looking in at the door.
The letter was not from Mrs.Charmond herself, but her agent at Sherton.

Winterborne glanced it over and looked up.
"It's all over," he said.
"Ah!" said they altogether.
"Her lawyer is instructed to say that Mrs.Charmond sees no reason for disturbing the natural course of things, particularly as she contemplates pulling the houses down," he said, quietly.
"Only think of that!" said several.
Winterborne had turned away, and said vehemently to himself, "Then let her pull 'em down, and be d--d to her!" Creedle looked at him with a face of seven sorrows, saying, "Ah, 'twas that sperrit that lost 'em for ye, maister!" Winterborne subdued his feelings, and from that hour, whatever they were, kept them entirely to himself.

There could be no doubt that, up to this last moment, he had nourished a feeble hope of regaining Grace in the event of this negotiation turning out a success.