Berkeley Square Page #7

---

dear .. but it's alright now.

We were going to be

married .. you and I.

It seems so very long ago.

You remember?

If you remember me .. you can't

think any longer that you're ..

He.

Marjorie .. something has happened.

Something that you could never believe.

And now I .. I must live here .. alone.

In this house? .. Alone?

I shall keep this room ..

Just as it was ..

Always ..

Peter, you can't do ..

Why .. what's that paper you have?

An epitaph.

I just copied it from a tombstone

in St Mark's churchyard.

Whose epitaph is it?

A girl who died.

A hundred and forty-six years ago.

Who was she?

Oh .. a cousin of Peter Standish.

It is in Latin .. what does it mean?

Peter .. you are crying.

Who was that girl who's

been dead for ages?

Peter .. speak to me!

Don't you know me?

Would you .. rather I go?

Hic Jacet

Here lies ..

In the confident hope of the blessed

resurrection and life eternal.

Helen Pettigrew.

Beloved younger daughter

of Sir William Pettigrew K.B.

Vice Admiral of the Blue .. and

the Lady Ann Pettigrew.

Who .. who departed this life ..

June the fifteenth .. 1787.

Aged .. twenty-three .. years.

[ Helen ]

We shall be together always, Peter."

[ Helen ]

Not in my time .. nor in yours."

[ Helen ]

But in God's ..

T-G 2018

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes