The boy broke rank and slowly followed her.
For little Paul Kegworthy the heavens had opened and flooded his senses, till he nearly fainted, with the perfume of celestial lands.
The intoxicating sweetness of it bewildered his young brain.

It was nothing delicate, evanescent, like the smell of a flower.

It as thick, pungent, cloying, compelling.

Mouth agape and nostril wide, he followed the exquisite source of the emanation like one in a dream, half across the yard.

A curate laughingly and unsuspectingly brought him back to earth by laying hands on him and bundling him back into his place.
There he remained, being a docile urchin; but his eyes remained fixed on Maisie Shepherd.