He nods and Norrell waves impatiently at the man, as if even the time he has taken to agree is making him too slow.

"Bring us a selection," he insists, and the man slips from the room before he can be chided again.

"I have faith in you," Norrell adds finally, "because I have seen your potential, Miss DeWitt! If you could only focus a little more -- then, then you could be a great witch! I am sure of it! Oh, but I understand your struggles! You are still young!"