He grew almost to be her invention.

Just consider.

Here was a young Greek god--everyone who had a bowing acquaintance with ancient sculpture immediately likened Paul to a Greek god, and Ursula was not so far different from her cultured fellow mortals as to liken him to anything else--here was a young Phoebus Apollo, all the more Olympian because of his freedom from earthly ties, fallen straight from the clouds.

He had fallen at her feet.

His beauty had stirred her.