Mrs.Craven wanted him.

He could feel the compulsion of her wish drawing him through walls and floors and all the obstructions of the world.
"Of course I'll go," he said.
"Ah! that will help.

It would be so good of you.

Poor mother, it's lonely for her up there all day, and I know that she thinks about things, about father, and it's not good for her.

You might perhaps say a word too about Rupert.