His lips thin further in irritation, brow furrowing. Reynard's answer is still not, in fact, an answer. It as if he simply circles the answer in a vague manner, and that irritates Norrell who is a man of plain facts. He dislikes vagueness and mysticism.

"But who is the author," he prompts, "and what manner of book is it! You have told me nothing at all about it!"