Next time, perhaps, it will be their turn to suffer.

It is Jenny's now...
But no! the good heart of humanity will defeat the cruel ruling of the gods.

Let the lightning come upon them--not little Jenny.
Yet for this, Jenny, you will not grudge them their piteous reward.
Yours are all the years, Jenny.

You will spare them one day out of all the years.

Think, Jenny, of the hours and hours and hours you and Theophil have spent in careless happiness, and they--one almost laughs to think of it--have just so far been granted four minutes.