She knew, however, that he longed for the sustaining hand of his only blood relation, that he looked upon himself as utterly alone in these last few weeks of life; and yet he would not send out the appeal that lay uppermost in his thoughts.

In his own good time Braden would come back and there would be perhaps' one long, farewell grip of the hand.
After that, ironic peace.
He could not be cured himself, but he wanted to be sure that Braden was cured before he passed away.

He knew that his grandson would not come home until the last vestige of love and respect for Anne Tresslyn was gone; not until he was sure that his wound had healed beyond all danger of bleeding again.

Mr.Thorpe was satisfied that he had served his grandson well.

He was confident that the young man would thank him on his death-bed for turning the hand of fate in the right direction, so that it pointed to contentment and safety.