She would have tried to help him, she would have tried to do her part.

But he was grim, he was resolute.

She could not bridge the gulf that lay between them.

His profound tolerance did not deceive her; it was scorn of the most poignant character.
Braden was in Europe.

He was expected in New York by the middle of March.
His grandfather would not consent to his being sent for, although it was plain to be seen that he lived only for the young man's return.
Anne had once suggested, timorously, that Braden's place was at the sufferer's bedside, but the smile that the old man bestowed upon her was so significant, so full of understanding, that she shrank within herself and said no more.