Olivia had very little appetite for breakfast.

It is to be doubted, indeed, whether she was aware of what she was eating.

Elizabeth Twitcher hovered about her, solicitous, pressing her to eat more.

She was fond of her mistress, and very uneasy lest she should have harmed her seriously by her careless gossiping the night before.

But she was surprised by the exceedingly anxious and worried expression which dwelt on Olivia's face.
Her air grew more and more harassed.