This was one of the times when the vicar showed that he had a will of his own, and consequently the sisters exchanged glances and said no more. CHAPTER SEVEN. "WHAT DID I SEE IN THIS BOY?" Hazel was not destined to reach home without adventure, for before she had gone far she could see Mr Chute walking along very slowly, right at the bottom of the street, and evidently hoping that she would overtake him. But this was not the cause of the palpitation from which Hazel suffered, for, about halfway between the church and the schools, she saw Archibald Graves coming to meet her, walking very fast; and she had to prepare herself for the encounter that was now inevitable. "At last!" he cried, eagerly, as he came up. "My dear Hazel, I thought I was never to see you." She took no notice of the proffered hand, but walked quietly on. "Won't you take my arm, Hazel?" he exclaimed. "Oh, don't be so hard on a fellow. What have I done?" Hazel turned her large earnest eyes upon him, and seemed to look him through and through, as, instead of answering his question, she put one to herself. "What did I see in Archibald Graves, this thoughtless boy, who can come and ask me such a question after the agony I have suffered? What did I see in this boy to make me think I loved him with all my heart?" Poor Hazel! It did not occur to her that a short two years since she was a light-hearted girl; and that since then she had grown into a deep, earnest woman, who had been baptised by sorrow, and who could only share the riches of her love with one who was all that was manly and true, and to whom she could look up with respect, even with reverence; whereas now, with his petulant boyish, injured air, Archibald Graves only filled her with something akin to disgust. "I say, you know, Hazel," he went on, "don't be so hard on a fellow. The governor was dead against my keeping it up, you know, and he wanted me to give him my word not to see you any more; but at last I thought I must see you again, so I found out all about what you were doing, and where you were, and followed you down here; and 'pon my soul, when I saw you leading that string of scrubs of school children to church, I did not know whether to laugh or cry." "Then Mr Graves is not aware of your visit down here, Archibald?" said Hazel quietly. "By Jove, no! he would be in a wax if he knew." "Then why did you come?" "Why did I come? Oh, I say Hazel," he cried reproachfully, "I didn't think you could be so hard upon me. You don't know how I've been upset all about it. 'Pon my word, there were times when I felt almost ill." "Has he altered?" Hazel's heart cried out within her, "or have I become worldly and cold, and, as he says, hard?"