The snail is still trying to reach its goal. It has considered every possible method of moving through the flowerbed without going around the dead leaf in front of it or climbing over it. Finally it decides to crawl beneath it. It inserts its head in the opening when a young couple approaches the flowerbed. The young man tells the woman he is accompanying that they are lucky it isn't Friday. She asks him if he believes in luck. He says that on Friday admission to the gardens is sixpence. She asks if it is not worth sixpence. He asks what "it" means. She replies "anything." They take long pauses before they answer each other and speak in a monotonous way.