I then asked her if it were not enough to make us sick on such a hot day.
To which her reply was "I am quite sick already."
In coming home, Deerhurst put his horses all at once into a full gallop as we drew near the turnpike, bent on the noble triumph of cheating—I will not use the technical word—the man of twopence! The lord of the gate, in a fury ran after Deerhurst and with some difficulty contrived to catch hold of his whip.
"Let go my whip!" vociferated Deerhurst.
"You sneaking b—-kg—-d!" said the man, still holding fast by one end of the whip, "this is not the first time you have attempted to cheat me."
"Let go my whip, and be d——d to you!" bawled Deerhurst.
The man however refused and in the struggle it was broken.
"Now d—n your soul," said Deerhurst, darting from the curricle without the least regard to our fears, and leaving us to manage two spirited horses how we could. In an instant he had stripped off his coat and was hard at it with the fat, dirty turnpike-man.
"Oh!" ejaculated I, in despair, "that ever I should have ventured out in such disgusting society!"
"Very disgusting indeed," echoed Sophia.