It tended to restore a complacency, rudely disturbed by an enforced realization of his own back-sliding.

He had been quite furious upon discovering that the "little episode" of the moonlit cottage had filched from him all his new won strength and nervous stamina, leaving him sleepless and unstrung, ready to jump at the rattling of a stone.

More and more, there grew in him a fierce disdain of weakness and a cold determination to beat Nature at her own game.

Let him once again be "fit" and wily indeed would be the trick which would steal his fitness from him.
Meanwhile, laziness was as good a camouflage as anything and lying on the grass while Desire chose her name was pleasant in the extreme.
"Names," murmured the lazy one dreamily, "are things.

When a thing is 'named true' its name and itself become inseparable and identical.