Childermass shuts his eyes and forces himself to take in a breath. Ah, yes. Here it is. And rather than addressing it rationally, he wishes to rip her down. Because her life somehow wound up even more privileged than Norrell's himself. Because she has everything Norrell would have ever wanted for himself, if he hadn't gotten in his own way.

"So you wish me to find something on her," he says, looking back to Norrell. "To attempt to discredit her bid for Maiden of the Witches. You expect that there exists something that should weigh enough to do the job?" he asks, plainly.