When urgency for expression came upon him, he laughed a deep rumble of exultation.
The night wind swept the lake and lifted his hair, the odour of spring was intoxicating in his nostrils, small creatures of earth stirred around him, here and there a bird, restless in the delirium of mating fever, lifted its head and piped a few notes on the moon-whitened air.
The frogs sang uninterruptedly at the water's edge.

The Harvester stood rejoicing.

Beating on his brain came a rush of love words uttered in the Girl's dear voice.

"I wanted you! Just you! He is my husband! My dear, dear husband! To-morrow I am going home! Now, David, I know what you mean by love!" The Harvester laughed again and sounds around him ceased for a second, then swelled in fuller volume than before.

He added his voice.