Childermass inclines his head at the other man as he takes the envelope from him. "I will make the arrangements then," he says, although it's the truth that he had already half assumed that Norrell would be making such a decision anyway and thus informed the kitchens earlier that afternoon. Giving them more time to prepare a meal fitting such a visitor, of course.

"Will that be all then, sir?" he asks. Norrell could of course call him on his mobile if he thought of anything last-minute, but it's better to look him in the eye and make him think about it, just in case.