I know that he can't, and I know that he will come back.

Mother wants to see you; perhaps you will go up to her." She had moved back from him and was looking at him with sad perplexity.
He knew that he must seem strange and cold standing there, in the middle of the room, without making any movement towards her, but he could not help himself, he seemed to have no power over his own actions.
Coming up to him she flung her arms round his neck.

"Olva, Olva, tell me, I can't endure it"-- but slowly he detached himself from her and left her.
As he went through the dark close passage he wondered how God could be so cruel.
When he came into Mrs.Craven's room he knew that her presence comforted him.

The dark figure on the faded sofa by the fire seemed to him now more real than anything else in the world.

Although Mrs.Craven made no movement yet he felt that she encouraged him come to her, that she wanted him.