It was such a risk.

Suppose he were to die, Jenny! No doubt it was very wise, but Jenny was wiser.

She could never belong to herself again.

She was his, and his only, for ever; and if he died--if he were to be taken away ...
But he could never be taken from her any other way?
No one else, nothing but death, could take him ...
"No, nothing but death--and perhaps not even death." "You are sure, darling?
O, you are quite, quite sure ?" "Sure from my soul, little child.

Look in it and see." A lover's eyes are his soul.
Yes, Theophil loved Jenny, loved her even more with her own dependence on love than he knew of.