But he never told this to Sylvia.
Henry was not happy.

At times it seemed to him that he really wished that he and Sylvia had never met with this good-fortune.

Once he turned on Sidney Meeks with a fierce rejoinder, when Sidney had repeated the sarcasm which he loved to roll beneath his tongue like a honeyed morsel, that if he did not want his good-fortune it was the easiest thing in the world to relinquish it.
"It ain't," said Henry; "and what's more, you know it ain't.

Sylvia don't want to give it up, and I ain't going to ask her.

You know I can't get rid of it, but it's true what I say: when good things are so long coming they get sour, like most things that are kept too long.