Tibby.  It’s Miss Willis, playin’ on the pianny!

Strangway.  No; it’s Love; walking and talking in the world.

Tibby. [Dubiously] Is it?

Strangway. [Pointing] See!  Everything coming out to listen!  See them, Tibby!  All the little things with pointed ears, children, and birds, and flowers, and bunnies; and the bright rocks, and—­men!  Hear their hearts beating!  And the wind listening!

Tibby.  I can’t hear—­nor I can’t see!

Strangway.  Beyond——­[To himself] They are—­they must be; I swear they are! [Then, catching sight of TIBBY’S amazed eyes] And now say good-bye to me.

Tibby.  Where yu goin’?

Strangway.  I don’t know, Tibby.

Voice of mercy. [Distant and cautious] Tibby!  Tibby!  Where are yu?

Strangway.  Mercy calling; run to her!

     [Tibby starts off, turns back and lifts her face.  He bends to
     kiss her, and flinging her arms round his neck, she gives him a
     good hug.  Then, knuckling the sleep out of her eyes, she runs.]

     [Strangway stands, uncertain.  There is a sound of heavy
     footsteps; a man clears his throat, close by.]

Strangway.  Who’s that?

Cremer.  Jack Cremer. [The big man’s figure appears out of the shadow of the barn] That yu, zurr?

Strangway.  Yes, Jack.  How goes it?

Cremer.  ’Tes empty, zurr.  But I’ll get on some’ow.

Strangway.  You put me to shame.

Cremer.  No, zurr.  I’d be killin’ meself, if I didn’ feel I must stick it, like yu zaid.

     [They stand gazing at each other in the moonlight.]

Strangway. [Very low] I honour you.

Cremer.  What’s that? [Then, as Strangway does not answer] I’ll just be walkin’—­I won’ be gain’ ’ome to-night.  ’Tes the full mune—­ lucky.

Strangway. [Suddenly] Wait for me at the crossroads, Jack.  I’ll come with you.  Will you have me, brother?

Cremer.  Sure!

Strangway.  Wait, then.

Cremer.  Aye, zurr.

[With his heavy tread Cremer passes on.  And Strangway leans against the lintel of the door, looking at the moon, that, quite full and golden, hangs not far above the straight horizon, where the trees stand small, in a row.]

Strangway. [Lifting his hand in the gesture of prayer] God, of the moon and the sun; of joy and beauty, of loneliness and sorrow—­give me strength to go on, till I love every living thing!

     [He moves away, following Jack Cremer.  The full moon shines;
     the owl hoots; and some one is shaking TIBBY’S tambourine.]

THE FOUNDATIONS