He seemed to be ejected from Paradise for the next five days.

It was Monday yet he wished the next day was Saturday, and the intervening period could be swept away, so that he might be entering that soft Paradise instead of leaving it.
And this sentiment, once rooted, grew rapidly in an aspiring nature, and a heart that had never yet entertained a serious passion.

Now the fair head that bowed over the work so near him, the lovely hand he had so often to direct, and almost to guide, and all the other perfections of mind and body this enchanting girl possessed, crept in at his admiring eyes, and began to steal into his very veins, and fill him with soft complacency.

His brusque manner dissolved away, and his voice became low and soft, whenever he was in her delicious presence.

He spoke softly to Jael even, if Grace was there.