It's easy to ignore Childermass' suffering when she's trying to memorize the way to Norrell's library. But the way gets jumbled, and she knows whatever magic is here is strong. This is going to be complicated. But if anyone can figure it out, it's Eames.

She's been in the library before- that same desk she leaned over. But now, she knows, really, what she's here for. She stands in the middle of the floor still, no longer dripping, but certainly water-logged. A chill has set in, and she draws her arms around her.

"Thank you, Mr. Norrell," she says after he orders Childermass about. "I was afraid you wouldn't want to see me." Nancy sniffles. "But I had nowhere else to go." He doesn't know about her living situation, her Enfield flat, how she's hardly spoken to Fagin since their fight. All the more power to her.

In a situation like this, the more she had, the better.