“I was glad when I found Celia was unfaithful,” I said. “I felt it was all right for me to dislike her.” “Is she? Do you? I’m glad. I don’t like her either. Why did you marry her?” “Physical attraction. Ambition. Everyone agrees she’s the ideal wife for a painter. Loneliness, missing Sebastian.” “You loved him, didn’t you?” “Oh yes. He was the forerunner.” Julia understood. The ship creaked and shuddered, rose and fell. My wife
disliking his wife
