The timid girl felt uneasy.

The Sister saw that, and approached her with tact.

"You look unwell," said she, gently, but with no appearance of extravagant interest or curiosity.
"I am--a little," said Bella, very reservedly.
"Excuse my remarking it.

We are professional nurses, and apt to be a little officious, I fear." No reply.
"I saw you were unwell.

But I hope it is not serious.