'She ought to know better, and I shall tell her so.

Go home at once, Sister, and go to bed and stay there!' 'I am quite able to work,' protested Sister Giovanna quietly.

'There is nothing the matter with me.' Still the doctor glared at her.
'Show me your tongue!' he said roughly.
The nun meekly opened her mouth and put out her little tongue: it was as pink as a rose-leaf.

The doctor grunted, grabbed her wrist and began to count the pulse.

Presently he made another inarticulate noise, as if he were both annoyed and pleased at having been mistaken.
'Something on your mind ?' he asked, more kindly--'some mental distress ?' 'Yes.' The word was spoken reluctantly.
'I am sorry I was impatient,' he said, and his large brown eyes softened behind his round spectacles as he turned to enter the sick-room.
It was not his business to ask what had so greatly disturbed the peace of Sister Giovanna..