Berkeley Square Page #2

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Well, he wasn't until he inherited

this house and came to England.

Tell me, what does he

do with himself here?

Well .. he reads a great deal.

It seems he found some old

books and papers in the house.

And then .. he walks about.

Frequently, I'm hearing

him in the night, Miss.

He was here Miss ..

just a few minutes ago.

I'll see ..

Mrs Barwick ..

This house has some queer hold

on Mr Standish .. it isn't healthy.

Yes Miss.

Peter.

Oh, hello Marjorie.

Why a candle?

They used them, you know.

What's that?

Oh this? It's the Crux Ansata.

The Egyptian symbol of

eternal life, I believe.

It came with the house.

You know .. I've made some

wonderful finds since seeing you.

Look .. Peter Standish's diary.

His trip from New York took

twenty-seven days.

The war was just over. He fought

under Washington you know.

Look here .. he says here that

Reynolds wouldn't finish his portrait.

But he did finish it .. it's

obviously all Reynolds.

You might have sat for it yourself.

And his name was Peter Standish too.

It's very odd.

Yes, it is strange, isn't it.

Look. He married the eldest sister Kate

Pettigrew. They lived in this house.

I've got other papers about them.

They had children who died here.

Then there was a younger sister, Helen.

Her people tried to force her

into a marriage that she hated.

Look here, there's even

something about a shawl.

A cashmere shawl that Helen's aunt

gave her, just before Peter came over.

You see .. minute details

about everything.

And I've got all his letters too,

courting Kate before he'd ever seen her.

They were hidden in this box here.

Here's the letter that Peter wrote

Lady Ann, the girl's mother.

Just after he arrived.

Imagine Marjorie .. that clock.

Ticked away five generations.

Maybe it's ticking away now.

Back in that other time.

Other time?

Four o'clock.

He comes at half past five,

September the 3rd.

Why, that is today.

The paper is yellow, the ink is faded.

And I imagine Lady Ann

is reading this letter ..

Now.

It is a hundred and forty-nine

years ago today.

Half past five, September the 3rd 1784.

That he walked in.

Through that door.

Peter. Do you realize you haven't

seen me for three days?

You haven't even called me up.

Old Mr Pettigrew wouldn't

have a phone in the house.

He left everything just as it was.

Furniture ..

Everything ..

I believe you care more about this

old house, than you do about me.

You're so nervous, dear.

You're smoking too much.

Am I?

Oh well .. it's only a month

until I'll be living here.

And able to look after you.

Listen, Marjorie.

I must have that month here .. alone.

Alone?

Marjorie .. please trust me.

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