'Plans for my good!'-- And an unworthy suspicion about her mother crossed her mind, and was peremptorily expelled again.

What turn the conversation would have taken next, I know not, but at that moment Honoria and her mother uttered a fearful shriek, as their side of the carriage jolted half- way up the bank, and stuck still in that pleasant position.
The squire awoke, and the ladies simultaneously clapped their hands to their ears, knowing what was coming.

He thrust his head out of the window, and discharged a broadside of at least ten pounds' worth of oaths (Bow Street valuation) at the servants, who were examining the broken wheel, with a side volley or two at Mrs.Lavington for being frightened.

He often treated her and Honoria to that style of oratory.

At Argemone he had never sworn but once since she left the nursery, and was so frightened at the consequences, that he took care never to do it again.
But there they were fast, with a broken wheel, plunging horses, and a drunken coachman.