But now that he was alone, all the feelings which he had not troubled himself with when he was with her, but had, as it were, put aside till after his innocent pleasures were over, all these came swarming back to assail him in a hundred tormenting ways.

Firstly he asked himself:  Was not his wife unfaithful to him, had she not prostituted herself to a beast?  Could he still love her after that?  But this did not trouble him so much as it might have done.  For now he was convinced inwardly that she could no longer in fairness be judged as a woman, but as a fox only.  And as a fox she had done no more than other foxes, indeed in having cubs and tending them with love, she had done well.

Whether in this conclusion Mr. Tebrick was in the right or not, is not for us here to consider.  But I would only say to those who would censure him for a too lenient view of the religious side of the matter, that we have not seen the thing as he did, and perhaps if it were displayed before our eyes we might be led to the same conclusions.

This was, however, not a tenth part of the trouble in which Mr. Tebrick found himself.  For he asked himself also:  “Was he not jealous?” And looking into his heart he found that he was indeed jealous, yes, and angry too, that now he must share his vixen with wild foxes.  Then he questioned himself if it were not dishonourable to do so, and whether he should not utterly forget her and follow his original intention of retiring from the world, and see her no more.

Thus he tormented himself for the rest of that day, and by evening he had resolved never to see her again.

But in the middle of the night he woke up with his head very clear, and said to himself in wonder, “Am I not a madman?  I torment myself foolishly with fantastic notions.  Can a man have his honour sullied by a beast?  I am a man, I am immeasurably superior to the animals.  Can my dignity allow of my being jealous of a beast?  A thousand times no.  Were I to lust after a vixen, I were a criminal indeed.  I can be happy in seeing my vixen, for I love her, but she does right to be happy according to the laws of her being.”

Lastly, he said to himself what was, he felt, the truth of this whole matter: 

“When I am with her I am happy.  But now I distort what is simple and drive myself crazy with false reasoning upon it.”

Yet before he slept again he prayed, but though he had thought first to pray for guidance, in reality he prayed only that on the morrow he would see his vixen again and that God would preserve her, and her cubs too, from all dangers, and would allow him to see them often, so that he might come to love them for her sake as if he were their father, and that if this were a sin he might be forgiven, for he sinned in ignorance.  The next day or two he saw vixen and cubs again, though his visits were cut shorter, and these visits gave him such an innocent pleasure that very soon his notions of honour, duty and so on, were entirely forgotten, and his jealousy lulled asleep.