Nancy isn't sure exactly how she expected this to go down, but she's certain hemming and hawing wasn't it. but she wasn't surprised in the slightest by Norrell's reaction.

Or Childermass' for that matter. He would never trust her. Good- she would never trust him, either.

She accepts the tea, and takes a careful sip at their bidding. Keeping her eyes low, the picture of humility, she bows her head. "thank you- I'm sorry." she looks at the door. "I keep imagining he's going to barge in here any minute and kill me- I can't shake the feeling tonight of all nights. My entire way here, the word murder stood out on every tube advertisement- I can't help but think it's an omen." Maybe it was- but not for her.

"Between Fagin and the vampires, I won't last the year. They'll kill me, one way or another. I should have listened!" She struggles to hold tears back as the tea is nearly forgotten.