"Lovely," says Susan. "I've been meaning to see if we haven't got any changes cropping up in that marshy bit past the sea-cliffs." She's also got several things she'd desperately like to speak about with a friend - particularly a friend she hasn't got any romantic entanglements with - but even though he's the best unentangled friend she's got, she hasn't decided yet whether Galahad ought to hear them. Perhaps by the time they've got the ootheca in the laboratory she will have decided.

As she starts walking in its direction, she says, "I suppose I'll have to find a place to store these queer balloons. They're terribly unwieldy."