Paul dived into the volume occasionally, however, for intellectual entertainment.
As for the fragrant and beautiful goddess, she had disappeared into thin air.

Paul hung for a week or two about the vicarage, in the hope of seeing her, but in vain.

As a matter of fact, Maisie Shepherd had left for Scotland the morning after the school treat; people don't come to Bludston for long and happy holidays.

So Paul had to feed his ardent little soul on memories.

That she had not been an impalpable creature of his fancy was proven by the precious cornelian heart.