Foredone by the agitation of the past hour, he did not at once realise what it was that he saw.

It is a shame, his first day driving and he falls asleep at the wheel.

Withnail: I want to stop and get hold of a child.

Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, / And do not tremble so; / For I can weather the roughest gale, That ever wind did blow.