Barbara was literally incapable of making one.

The steam of excitement was on, nearly to its highest pitch.

Her throat was working, the muscles of her mouth began to twitch, and a convulsive sob, or what sounded like it, broke from her.

Mr.Carlyle turned his head hastily.
"Barbara! are you ill?
What is it ?" On it came, passion, temper, wrongs, and nervousness, all boiling over together.

She shrieked, she sobbed, she was in strong hysterics.