And from this conversation came a sequel, a day or two later, which was but the worshiping put into things material.

Of his love and the bath he would have fancies, and he wanted what touched her to be from him.

She was surprised by a cumbrous package which, opened, revealed great things for a woman's dalliance with water--the soft Turkish towel, vast enough to envelop her, the perfumed soaps, and even the bath-mittens.
And she was a little frightened, maybe, at the personality of it all, but she recognized the nature of his fancy, and but loved him the more because he had it.

It was an odd gift, it is true, but they were odd people.

They were very close together.
An eventful day in other respects, that is, from a lover's point of view, was this one of the outing by the lake.