- Can we really make a home for the water snails?
- Of course.
Now, if we find a magnifying glass.
- I suspect there is one in your father's study.
- Oh, Miss Colbourne.
- Leonora, it is customary to knock.
What is so urgent?
- Look.
- Snails.
- Water snails, sir.
We collected them from the pond to examine them more closely.
We are in want of a magnifying glass.
- Really?
Well, one snail, one magnifying glass.
Which I shall need back.
Thank you.
- We're being malacologists.
Would you like to see our other specimens?
Tempting as that is, I shall have to decline.
- Come, Miss Colbourne, your father is busy.
- Miss Heywood, forgive me.
I must have been unclear.
I thought I engaged you to make a young lady of Leonora.
- That is precisely what I'm doing.
- By trolling ponds for mollusks?
- I'm widening her knowledge.
She has no interest in embroidery, sir.
And you see how engaged she is.
If you could just spare a moment to let her show you- - Thank you Ms.
Heywood, but you are here to further the girls education, not mine.
- Then I shall leave you to your work, sir.
- Planorbis carinatus.
Keeled Ramshorn.
If you're going to be malacologists you might as well use the correct terminology.
(cheery fiddle music)
