ABSTRACT
On july 13, 1914, Murry and Katherine were witnesses at the Lawrences’ wedding in London. This was the culmination of a month’s steadily growing intimacy between the two couples, whilst the Lawrences were staying with the Campbells in Selwood Terrace, the Murrys moving uncomfortably from one Chelsea lodging to another. Now they all had holidays in view. Within three weeks, the outbreak of the War – for which they were as unprepared as the least prophetic of their countrymen – had thrown their plans to the winds, and them into one another’s arms. Murry’s life, for the next eighteen months, seems to vibrate in a magnetic field, with Katherine for one pole and Lawrence for the other.
