Under these circumstances, Mr.Pendril had no alternative but to take his leave.
An interview with Mr.Noel Vanstone might have cleared up some of the difficulties in connection with his father's instructions.

As events had turned out, there was no help for it but to wait for a few days more.
The days passed, the empty days of solitude and suspense.

At last, a third letter from the lawyer announced the long delayed conclusion of the correspondence.

The final answer had been received from Zurich, and Mr.Pendril would personally communicate it at Combe-Raven on the afternoon of the next day.
That next day was Wednesday, the twelfth of August.

The weather had changed in the night; and the sun rose watery through mist and cloud.
By noon the sky was overcast at all points; the temperature was sensibly colder; and the rain poured down, straight and soft and steady, on the thirsty earth.