She half rose from her sofa, but sat down on it again, and panted heavily, as though her breath failed her.
"You are ill," said Beatrice, with compunction; "you look very ill.

Have you been long here?
Mrs.Bell says that you are a friend of hers, a visitor." "Yes, I am a friend and visitor.

Mrs.Bell is very good to me." "But you are ill.

You ought to see a doctor." "I ought not--I will not." "Can I help you?
It was kind of you to send for me.

Can I do anything for you ?" "Wait until I get back my breath.