How he envied the old woman whose sorrow was in this alone less cruel than his, that she was already fifty years farther on the road to Jenny.

Perhaps another year or two and she would meet her.

To meet so soon--was hardly to have parted at all.
But, why live those years?
Have you forgotten that old promise?
Is it too late to follow?
Surely little Jenny will not speed so swiftly from the earth she loved but that you shall overtake her.

Who knows but she is fluttering still at the gate of death, putting off the heavenward journey hour after hour, in hope that the face she waits for will at last light up the dark portal-- "I'll take his hand and go with him To the deep wells of light; As unto a stream we will step down, And bathe there in God's sight." But was this the way to find Jenny?
The universe was so full of dark traps for lovers' feet.

To lie down cold as Jenny by Jenny's side, was that the way to find her?
When death's gate opened for Jenny, had Theophil at that very instant, hand in her hand, eyes fixed upon her eyes, slipped through too, then surely they had been together.